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... tell you , any more than I can tell you what power is , or space is , or time is . No one can tell us what these are ; that is , give an exact definition of them : yet , in spite of the difficulties which the Kantian philosophy , and ...
... tell you , any more than I can tell you what power is , or space is , or time is . No one can tell us what these are ; that is , give an exact definition of them : yet , in spite of the difficulties which the Kantian philosophy , and ...
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... that it was produced though it was not heard by some ; the blind can tell the colours of a cloth by touch , when we , whose fingers have not been used for such a purpose , can perceive no difference ; and so , 00 A Discussion on Beauty .
... that it was produced though it was not heard by some ; the blind can tell the colours of a cloth by touch , when we , whose fingers have not been used for such a purpose , can perceive no difference ; and so , 00 A Discussion on Beauty .
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... tell them their enemies are probing the darkness for the secret of their mysterious flight . A few passing glimpses by the fitful blazing of their pieces , — the point of a mast , the tip of a gaff , a few shroud - lines relieved in ...
... tell them their enemies are probing the darkness for the secret of their mysterious flight . A few passing glimpses by the fitful blazing of their pieces , — the point of a mast , the tip of a gaff , a few shroud - lines relieved in ...
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... telling all that is interesting about the LILY . The first thing that occurs to me to mention is , that the name of the lily has been conjectured to refer to some old personification of the night , which Orpheus described as " the ...
... telling all that is interesting about the LILY . The first thing that occurs to me to mention is , that the name of the lily has been conjectured to refer to some old personification of the night , which Orpheus described as " the ...
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... tell it not to your friend . We eat and drink at your house , and laugh and play at mine ! His tongue has never had fever and ague . Let me cook you an egg , -- but the egg is at the vineyard and the vineyard is on the mountain ...
... tell it not to your friend . We eat and drink at your house , and laugh and play at mine ! His tongue has never had fever and ague . Let me cook you an egg , -- but the egg is at the vineyard and the vineyard is on the mountain ...
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Page 118 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 118 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Page 229 - The Americans have not yet defeated us by land; neither are we sure that they have done so by water; we therefore wish to remain here and fight our enemy should they make their appearance. If they defeat us, we will then retreat with our father.
Page 479 - ... home ; taxes on the raw material ; taxes on every fresh value that is added to it by the industry of man...
Page 258 - They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisator], there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine....
Page 480 - His whole property is then immediately taxed from 2 to 10 per cent. Besides the probate, large fees are demanded for burying him in the chancel ; his virtues are handed down to posterity on taxed marble ; and he is then gathered to his fathers — to be taxed no more.
Page 261 - The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat.
Page 139 - Love, and greater than thy years. The Sun will run his orbit, and the Moon Her circle. Wait, and Love himself will bring The drooping flower of knowledge changed to fruit Of wisdom. Wait : my faith is large in Time, And that which shapes it to some perfect end.
Page 434 - That all of good the past hath had Remains to make our own time glad, Our common daily life divine, And every land a Palestine.
Page 446 - But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly. Oh! the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.