Readings from the best authors, ed. by A.H. Bryce, Issue 10Archibald Hamilton Bryce 1862 |
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... breath . The bishops knelt down and read the commendatory prayer . When it ended William was no more . When his remains were laid out , it was found that he wore next to his skin a small piece of black silk riband . The lords in waiting ...
... breath . The bishops knelt down and read the commendatory prayer . When it ended William was no more . When his remains were laid out , it was found that he wore next to his skin a small piece of black silk riband . The lords in waiting ...
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... breath for a moment , and then in one grand line dashed at the Highlanders . The ground flies beneath their horses ' feet ; gathering speed at every stride , they dash on towards that thin red streak topped with a line of steel . The ...
... breath for a moment , and then in one grand line dashed at the Highlanders . The ground flies beneath their horses ' feet ; gathering speed at every stride , they dash on towards that thin red streak topped with a line of steel . The ...
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... breath it had bent . The two brothers were before their Father ; far beyond the twilight judgments of this world ; high above its mists and obscurities . III - THE VISION OF MIRZA . ( ADDISON . 52 THE BROTHERS DORRIT .
... breath it had bent . The two brothers were before their Father ; far beyond the twilight judgments of this world ; high above its mists and obscurities . III - THE VISION OF MIRZA . ( ADDISON . 52 THE BROTHERS DORRIT .
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... breathing forth fire and smoke in its indignant haste to outstrip the wind . More terrible than the war - horse in Scripture , clothed with louder thun- der , and emitting a cloud of flame and burning coals from his iron nostrils , he ...
... breathing forth fire and smoke in its indignant haste to outstrip the wind . More terrible than the war - horse in Scripture , clothed with louder thun- der , and emitting a cloud of flame and burning coals from his iron nostrils , he ...
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... million suns , is infinitely less than to you is the minutest mote that floats in the sunbeam . There is a Being in whose breath lives the whole immense of worlds ; who with the faintest wish could blot them all from MAJESTY OF CHRIST .
... million suns , is infinitely less than to you is the minutest mote that floats in the sunbeam . There is a Being in whose breath lives the whole immense of worlds ; who with the faintest wish could blot them all from MAJESTY OF CHRIST .
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Page 297 - Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Page 281 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 85 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 252 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 281 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew...
Page 166 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Page 201 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 238 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Page 296 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy, But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Page 237 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...