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... deep murmur of applause startled his meditations , and he sat down as naturally as he had risen . " Well done , old Home , " said Walter ; while Mr. Thornley nodded rapidly two or three times , and mur- mured after him , - 66 " And on ...
... deep murmur of applause startled his meditations , and he sat down as naturally as he had risen . " Well done , old Home , " said Walter ; while Mr. Thornley nodded rapidly two or three times , and mur- mured after him , - 66 " And on ...
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... deep a fountain of love towards all his fel- lows , and so sympathizing an admiration of all their good or brilliant qualities , that he was too apt to suffer himself to be tormented by the indifference or dislike of those who were far ...
... deep a fountain of love towards all his fel- lows , and so sympathizing an admiration of all their good or brilliant qualities , that he was too apt to suffer himself to be tormented by the indifference or dislike of those who were far ...
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... deep humility and a childlike faith . After fuming a little at the cool reception which his tutor had given him , he walked up and down the court , thinking of his position , and his intentions - of the past , the present , and the ...
... deep humility and a childlike faith . After fuming a little at the cool reception which his tutor had given him , he walked up and down the court , thinking of his position , and his intentions - of the past , the present , and the ...
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... deep devotion , and without a reverence for the great and holy painter , who painted only for God's glory , who refused all praise as due only to the subjects which he chose , and who rightly attributed to inspira- tion his power of ...
... deep devotion , and without a reverence for the great and holy painter , who painted only for God's glory , who refused all praise as due only to the subjects which he chose , and who rightly attributed to inspira- tion his power of ...
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... deep attention , while the light of laughter which still danced in his eyes might have betrayed to a careful observer the fact that the notes on which he appeared to be so assiduously occupied mainly consisted of replications of Mr ...
... deep attention , while the light of laughter which still danced in his eyes might have betrayed to a careful observer the fact that the notes on which he appeared to be so assiduously occupied mainly consisted of replications of Mr ...
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Page 333 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Page 100 - Among the willows; paced the shores And many a bridge, and all about The same gray flats again, and felt The same, but not the same; and last Up that long walk of limes I past To see the rooms in which he dwelt.
Page 31 - Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace ; four happy days bring in Another moon : but, oh, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame, or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue.
Page 369 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower.
Page 18 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 337 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at ! Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Page 237 - But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O misery on't !) the wise gods seel our eyes In our own filth; drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at us while we strut To our confusion.
Page 252 - WHY should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has will'd, we die,* Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh...
Page 87 - O Lord, our heavenly Father, high and mighty, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, the only ruler of the universe, who dost from Thy throne behold all the dwellers upon earth, most heartily we beseech Thee with Thy...
Page 360 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i