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... heard so much and seen so little . Not that Bathsheba made , any fine moral speeches to herself . She only felt a slight shock , such as a word or a look from one we love too often gives us , such as a child's trivial gesture or ...
... heard so much and seen so little . Not that Bathsheba made , any fine moral speeches to herself . She only felt a slight shock , such as a word or a look from one we love too often gives us , such as a child's trivial gesture or ...
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... heard , we are something - more than friends . My visit here is principally on her account . " " You must give the rest of us a chance to see something of you dur- ing your visit , Mr. Lindsay . I hope you are invited to Miss Eveleth's ...
... heard , we are something - more than friends . My visit here is principally on her account . " " You must give the rest of us a chance to see something of you dur- ing your visit , Mr. Lindsay . I hope you are invited to Miss Eveleth's ...
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... heard that it was but three quarters of a mile long , and one quar- ter broad ; still , it being an idea of con- siderable size in our minds , we had in- evitably drawn its ideal physical pro- portions on a somewhat corresponding scale ...
... heard that it was but three quarters of a mile long , and one quar- ter broad ; still , it being an idea of con- siderable size in our minds , we had in- evitably drawn its ideal physical pro- portions on a somewhat corresponding scale ...
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... heard much about , and exercised our walks , and train ivy and all beautiful imagination upon ; the first view being vines up against their walls , — and thus a vain attempt to reconcile our idea live for the future in another sense ...
... heard much about , and exercised our walks , and train ivy and all beautiful imagination upon ; the first view being vines up against their walls , — and thus a vain attempt to reconcile our idea live for the future in another sense ...
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... heard sing out in the garden trees ; it is the fresh sweetness of the grass mown six hundred years ago that breathes through all the lovely garden grounds . ― How mistaken was Ponce de Leon , to seek the fountain of youth in the New ...
... heard sing out in the garden trees ; it is the fresh sweetness of the grass mown six hundred years ago that breathes through all the lovely garden grounds . ― How mistaken was Ponce de Leon , to seek the fountain of youth in the New ...
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Página 577 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Página 179 - Yes, trust them not; for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that, with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you, and being an absolute Johannes factotum is, in his own conceit, the only Shake-scene in a country.
Página 367 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
Página 48 - ... clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes ; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
Página 156 - SWEET hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care. And bids me, at my Father's throne. Make all my wants and wishes known ! In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
Página 597 - Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending. And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Página 179 - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other.
Página 368 - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.
Página 577 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 623 - From Paul's I went, to Eton sent, To learn straightways the Latin phrase, Where fifty-three stripes given to me At once I had. For fault but small, or none at all, It came to pass thus beat I was; See, Udal, see the mercy of thee To me, poor lad.