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With this amount of business undisposed of , and bearing constantly in mind the great injury suitors are suffering by delay , the vice chancellor ought to husband well his time , and , to that end , should prevent every unnecessary ...
With this amount of business undisposed of , and bearing constantly in mind the great injury suitors are suffering by delay , the vice chancellor ought to husband well his time , and , to that end , should prevent every unnecessary ...
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And he impelled the popular mind whither he pleased , swaying the great mass by the influence of the spirit , as the invisible wind rocks a forest of oaks . Mr. Robbins was not by his talents about to shadow forth the coming of this ...
And he impelled the popular mind whither he pleased , swaying the great mass by the influence of the spirit , as the invisible wind rocks a forest of oaks . Mr. Robbins was not by his talents about to shadow forth the coming of this ...
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... beholding on all sides huge masses of rock , crumbled and fallen from some dizzy height upon the shore beneath , washed ever and anon by the crowding waves ; nor is there any higher effect produced upon the mind , by any scenery in ...
... beholding on all sides huge masses of rock , crumbled and fallen from some dizzy height upon the shore beneath , washed ever and anon by the crowding waves ; nor is there any higher effect produced upon the mind , by any scenery in ...
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... men who , amid degrading political and social circumstances , have the strength and elevation of mind to think and feel nobly , and seek by commu . а nion with the immortal spirits of the past , 32 A Day at Ravenna . [ January ,
... men who , amid degrading political and social circumstances , have the strength and elevation of mind to think and feel nobly , and seek by commu . а nion with the immortal spirits of the past , 32 A Day at Ravenna . [ January ,
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It is a face so strongly marked with the sorrow of a noble and ideal mind , that there is no need of the laurel wreath upon the head , to assure us that we look upon the lineaments of a poet . And who could fail to stay his feet ...
It is a face so strongly marked with the sorrow of a noble and ideal mind , that there is no need of the laurel wreath upon the head , to assure us that we look upon the lineaments of a poet . And who could fail to stay his feet ...
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Page 11 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Page 360 - Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.
Page 75 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Page 11 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 412 - Further observation and experience have given me a different idea of this little feathered voluptuary, which I will venture to impart, for the benefit of my schoolboy readers, who may regard him with the same unqualified envy and admiration which I once indulged. I have shown him only as I saw him at first, in what I may call the poetical part of his career, when...
Page 278 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Page 360 - And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 75 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Page 115 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Page 208 - The rising mist of day. Hark ! hark ! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast ; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast ! An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon...