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... street , no friendly cliff , or hill , or mountain , no far - stretching ground picture of tree , or bush , or hedge , offers wearied men and panting beasts a hiding place from the heat and glare . Nothing but a screen overhead , such ...
... street , no friendly cliff , or hill , or mountain , no far - stretching ground picture of tree , or bush , or hedge , offers wearied men and panting beasts a hiding place from the heat and glare . Nothing but a screen overhead , such ...
Page 86
... streets ; people seek shelter ; the Almendral is deserted , business interrupted , and all communication from the shipping to the shore is cut off . Sud- denly the winds and the sea , as if they had again heard the voice of rebuke , are ...
... streets ; people seek shelter ; the Almendral is deserted , business interrupted , and all communication from the shipping to the shore is cut off . Sud- denly the winds and the sea , as if they had again heard the voice of rebuke , are ...
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... streets , by the fireside ; sometimes , perhaps , on pleasant hill - sides , or by sounding shores ; -noble friends and com- panions — our own ! never intrusive , ever at hand , coming at our call ! Shakspeare , Milton , Wordsworth ...
... streets , by the fireside ; sometimes , perhaps , on pleasant hill - sides , or by sounding shores ; -noble friends and com- panions — our own ! never intrusive , ever at hand , coming at our call ! Shakspeare , Milton , Wordsworth ...
Page 125
... streets , Do prophesy upon it dangerously : Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths : And when they talk of him , they shake their heads , care , wrist ; And she not hear of it ? Mess . My liege , her ear is stopped with dust ...
... streets , Do prophesy upon it dangerously : Young Arthur's death is common in their mouths : And when they talk of him , they shake their heads , care , wrist ; And she not hear of it ? Mess . My liege , her ear is stopped with dust ...
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... streets . As the visitor pursues his course , narrow lanes still continue to succeed each other , and the conviction is gradually impressed on the mind that such is the general character of the streets of the city . Along these , busy ...
... streets . As the visitor pursues his course , narrow lanes still continue to succeed each other , and the conviction is gradually impressed on the mind that such is the general character of the streets of the city . Along these , busy ...
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ancient animals appeared arms battle bear beauty beneath blood body brow called cause close dark dead death deep earth East enemy entered face fall fear feel feet fell field fire followed gave give glory hand head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour houses human hundred Italy king land length light living look Lord mark miles morning mountain nature never night noble o'er once passed plain present reached rest rise rock Rome round scene seemed seen ships shore side sight sleep smile soon sound stand stood streets tell thee thing thou thought thousand town trees turned valley voice walls wave whole wild wind wonderful
Popular passages
Page 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Page 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Page 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Page 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Page 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 317 - 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.
Page 47 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Page 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.