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... England , and which was renowned through Europe as a great school of speculative philosophy ; but , like the Spanish student of Longfellow , he found- " But there are brighter dreams than those of fame , Which are the dreams of love ...
... England , and which was renowned through Europe as a great school of speculative philosophy ; but , like the Spanish student of Longfellow , he found- " But there are brighter dreams than those of fame , Which are the dreams of love ...
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... England again ; and then , after a little bit , say that Dr. at the hills said , he was sure that there was something on your mind which was affecting your health , and that he was afraid that nothing but England would restore you . He ...
... England again ; and then , after a little bit , say that Dr. at the hills said , he was sure that there was something on your mind which was affecting your health , and that he was afraid that nothing but England would restore you . He ...
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... England is right in India . The Indian ladies are very rude ; every person during our drive stared at us so , or rather I suppose it was at me , not at aunt , that I felt quite ashamed ; one comfort is , I doubt if they were the happier ...
... England is right in India . The Indian ladies are very rude ; every person during our drive stared at us so , or rather I suppose it was at me , not at aunt , that I felt quite ashamed ; one comfort is , I doubt if they were the happier ...
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... England . I never cared about religion ; I thought I was religious enough because I went to church ; and when Agatha talked to me of such things , I was wearied , and stopped her ; yet I was tolerably happy , for the future somehow ...
... England . I never cared about religion ; I thought I was religious enough because I went to church ; and when Agatha talked to me of such things , I was wearied , and stopped her ; yet I was tolerably happy , for the future somehow ...
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... England , and not a few from outside this island , " set in the silver sea . " " John Locke lies buried at High Laver , a little village in Essex . The present rector appeals for assistance to keep in repair the neglected grave of the ...
... England , and not a few from outside this island , " set in the silver sea . " " John Locke lies buried at High Laver , a little village in Essex . The present rector appeals for assistance to keep in repair the neglected grave of the ...
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Page 180 - I no sooner saw this venerable man in the pulpit, but I very much approved of my friend's insisting upon the qualifications of a good aspect and a clear voice; for I was so charmed with the gracefulness of his figure and delivery, as well as with the discourses he pronounced, that I think I never passed any time more to my satisfaction. A sermon repeated after this manner, is like the composition of a poet in the mouth of a graceful actor.
Page 476 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Page 179 - As Sir Roger was going on in his story, the gentleman we were talking of came up to us; and upon the knight's asking him who preached to-morrow (for it was Saturday night), told us, the Bishop of St. Asaph in the morning, and Dr. South in the afternoon.
Page 125 - The jury returned a verdict of wilful murder against some person or persons unknown, and the police were put on their mettle to discover the unknown and daring murderer.
Page 147 - So, they established the rule, that all poor people should have the alternative (for they would compel nobody, not they), of being starved by a gradual process in the house, or by a quick one out of it.
Page 476 - I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 537 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Page 470 - Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy. | The clouds were touched, And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life.
Page 475 - And all day long I number yet, All seasons through, another debt, Which I, wherever thou art met, To thee am owing; An instinct call it, a blind sense; A happy, genial influence, Coming one knows not how, nor whence, Nor whither going.
Page 383 - Sidmouth, and of the conduct of the excellent Mrs Partington on that occasion. In the winter of 1824, there set in a great flood upon that town ; the tide rose to an incredible height ; the waves rushed in upon the houses, and everything was threatened with destruction.