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... face , then cast a look upon his boy ; and that ligament , fine as it was , was never broken . • 6. Nature instantly ebbed again ; the film returned to its place ; the pulse fluttered , stopped , went on , throbbed , stopped again ...
... face , then cast a look upon his boy ; and that ligament , fine as it was , was never broken . • 6. Nature instantly ebbed again ; the film returned to its place ; the pulse fluttered , stopped , went on , throbbed , stopped again ...
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... face the Eng- lish , some of the Norman horse divided the pursuing body of the English from the rest , and thus all ... faces . " 18. The sun rose high , and sank , and the battle still raged . Through all the wild October day , the ...
... face the Eng- lish , some of the Norman horse divided the pursuing body of the English from the rest , and thus all ... faces . " 18. The sun rose high , and sank , and the battle still raged . Through all the wild October day , the ...
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... face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill , And their hearts but once heaved , and forever grew still ! 4. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide , But through it there rolled not the ...
... face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill , And their hearts but once heaved , and forever grew still ! 4. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide , But through it there rolled not the ...
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... face . . 6. How thrilling is the account left us by Kircher , who was near , of the destruction of Euphemia , in Calabria , a city of about five thousand inhabitants , in the year 1638 ! " After some time , " says he , " the violent ...
... face . . 6. How thrilling is the account left us by Kircher , who was near , of the destruction of Euphemia , in Calabria , a city of about five thousand inhabitants , in the year 1638 ! " After some time , " says he , " the violent ...
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... other days and thou Make up one man , whose face thou art , Knocking at heaven with thy brow : The working days are the back part ; 3 . 4 . The burden of the week lies FIFTH READER . 75 Edward Hitchcock George Herbert.
... other days and thou Make up one man , whose face thou art , Knocking at heaven with thy brow : The working days are the back part ; 3 . 4 . The burden of the week lies FIFTH READER . 75 Edward Hitchcock George Herbert.
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Page 180 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Page 183 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart ; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Page 419 - And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free. To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Page 412 - Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Page 249 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 430 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 232 - LOCHINVAR. LADY HERON'S SONG. 12. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 428 - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore. Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 68 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
Page 86 - 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. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.