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266 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis not done: the attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve; For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad...
346 ÆäÀÌÁö - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons' of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - OF CHEMISTRY ; Including the most Recent Discoveries and Applications of the Science to Medicine and Pharmacy, and to the Arts. By ROBERT KANE, MDMRIA, Professor of Natural Philosophy to the Royal Dublin Society.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - No greater moral change ever passed over a nation than passed over England during the years which parted the middle of the reign of Elizabeth from the meeting of the Long Parliament. England became the people of a book, and that book was the Bible.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - I took a broom and basted her till she cried extremely, which made me vexed ; but, before I went out, I left her appeased.
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
60 ÆäÀÌÁö - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: While man, vain insect!
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - HUNT. Shelley's Later Poems: Laon and Cythna, &c. Shelley's Posthumous Poems, the Shelley Papers, &c. Shelley's Prose Works, including A Refutation of Deism, Zastrozzi, St. Irvyne, &c.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then said his sister to Pharaoh's daughter, Shall I go and call to thee a nurse of the Hebrew women, that she may nurse the child for thee ? And Pharaoh's daughter said to her, Go.

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