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towards her fresh suitor , began to think the time was at hand when he must lose
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... But society she shrunk from , and Sir Raymond , when he beheld her manner
towards her fresh suitor , began to think the time was at hand when he must lose
his daughter , But it was not so . Although whenever Sir Amylot spoke of foreign ...
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And now an old grey - headed man rose to pray , and held up his withered hands
in fervent supplication for all around ... who held the deep in the hollow of his
hand , — there , youths and maidens , linked together by the feeling of the same ...
And now an old grey - headed man rose to pray , and held up his withered hands
in fervent supplication for all around ... who held the deep in the hollow of his
hand , — there , youths and maidens , linked together by the feeling of the same ...
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and , taking my hand , pressed it gently , saying , ' May you sleep well , sir ; I see
that we are companions in misfortune . Do you , too ? - Julia ! Guilietta ! Well , no
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He raised himself up , gazed on me with mild and kindly looks in his young face ,
and , taking my hand , pressed it gently , saying , ' May you sleep well , sir ; I see
that we are companions in misfortune . Do you , too ? - Julia ! Guilietta ! Well , no
...
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beautiful little hand extended , as if ... port , and a task of brandy with the
corkscrew just inserted , are displayed with her hands clasped before her ,
gazing on the ...
Lucy , a comely black - haired vixen , leans on his shoulder to the right , with one
beautiful little hand extended , as if ... port , and a task of brandy with the
corkscrew just inserted , are displayed with her hands clasped before her ,
gazing on the ...
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Never buy either second - hand plate or second - hand books at a pawnbroker ' s
shop ; for you will find that articles so purchased will invariably cost you from
twenty to thirty per cent . more than you may obtain them for at first hand from the
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21 ÆäÀÌÁö - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not for this Faint I, nor mourn, nor murmur; other gifts Have followed, — for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time forth and for evermore. From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that walk in darkness : on the sea The boldest steer but where their ports invite; But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. 670 LXXI Is it not better, then, to be alone, And love Earth only for its earthly sake...
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - She was a woman of a steady mind, Tender and deep in her excess of love ; . Not speaking much, pleased rather with the joy Of her own thoughts : by some especial care Her temper had been framed, as if to make A being who, by adding love to peace, Might live on earth a life of happiness.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities...
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh that I had the wings of a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest;" for I felt that there could be no rest for me in the midst of such outrages and pollutions.
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.