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... deep or lasting impression upon the customs or the language of the aborigines . The remains of their roads , their camps ( castra ) , and vestiges of their law can still be seen ; but in our language the only trace of the first is in ...
... deep or lasting impression upon the customs or the language of the aborigines . The remains of their roads , their camps ( castra ) , and vestiges of their law can still be seen ; but in our language the only trace of the first is in ...
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... deep scratches and furrows are seen in every part of our literary history . Our poetry , our science , our sermons , even our familiar talk , show the marks made by the imperceptible but mighty movement of that speech which symbolizes ...
... deep scratches and furrows are seen in every part of our literary history . Our poetry , our science , our sermons , even our familiar talk , show the marks made by the imperceptible but mighty movement of that speech which symbolizes ...
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... deep ; moral , grave ; logic and rhetoric , able to contend : " Abeunt in studia mores there is no stond or impediment in the wit , but may be wrought out by fit studies , like as diseases of the body may have appropriate exercises ...
... deep ; moral , grave ; logic and rhetoric , able to contend : " Abeunt in studia mores there is no stond or impediment in the wit , but may be wrought out by fit studies , like as diseases of the body may have appropriate exercises ...
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... deep wound In slumber soft , and on the ground Sadly sits the Assyrian queen : But far above in spangled sheen Celestial Cupid , her famed son , advanced , Holds his dear Pysche sweet entranced , After her wandering labors long , Till ...
... deep wound In slumber soft , and on the ground Sadly sits the Assyrian queen : But far above in spangled sheen Celestial Cupid , her famed son , advanced , Holds his dear Pysche sweet entranced , After her wandering labors long , Till ...
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... deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie ; Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high ; Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream . Ay me ! I ...
... deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie ; Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high ; Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream . Ay me ! I ...
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Aurelian beauty beneath Bob Cratchit born breath bright church clouds Clusium Cratchit cried dark dear death deep delight door doth Duke Duke of Bedford earth English eyes fair father fear feeling Fezziwig flowers glory grace green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope Ivanhoe Jeanie John king King Arthur lady Lars Porsena learned light live look Lord Lycidas mind morning nature never night noble o'er Odenathus once passed passion pleasure poems Poet Queen quoth rise rose round Scrooge seemed side sing Sir Bedivere smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Tiny Tim truth turn Twas uncle Toby unto verse voice walk wild WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER wind words young youth Zenobia
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Page 28 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Page 179 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 26 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my State with kings.
Page 176 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 492 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wan of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Page 274 - And the round ocean and the living air And the blue sky, and in the mind of man — A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth, of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create And what perceive...
Page 399 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals. The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 383 - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Page 68 - And though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so truth be in the field, we do injuriously, by licensing and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. Let her and falsehood grapple; who ever knew truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter?
Page 408 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.