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Their blood - stain'd mangers prove the truth I speak . HERC . Sonship to whom
boasts he , that owns these steeds ? CHOR . To Mars ; He rules o'er golden -
buckler'd Thrace , HERC . Tis ever thus - you speak my constant fate . ( Hard is
my ...
Their blood - stain'd mangers prove the truth I speak . HERC . Sonship to whom
boasts he , that owns these steeds ? CHOR . To Mars ; He rules o'er golden -
buckler'd Thrace , HERC . Tis ever thus - you speak my constant fate . ( Hard is
my ...
93 ÆäÀÌÁö
He's done it with a good will , and he's dead enough . Dang it , he was weel liked
, and the old folks had no other child . ¡± ¡° Of whom and what do you speak ? "
enquired the countess . ¡° Jist let me speak , ¡± said Nat Moss , rousing up as if out
of ...
He's done it with a good will , and he's dead enough . Dang it , he was weel liked
, and the old folks had no other child . ¡± ¡° Of whom and what do you speak ? "
enquired the countess . ¡° Jist let me speak , ¡± said Nat Moss , rousing up as if out
of ...
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Speak not then ill of me , Or thou shalt hear reproach not brief , nor smooth .
CHOR . More taunts have fallen from you than is meet : Cease then , old man ,
thus to revile thy son . Adm . Speak , I have spoken . But if thou art grieved To
hear the ...
Speak not then ill of me , Or thou shalt hear reproach not brief , nor smooth .
CHOR . More taunts have fallen from you than is meet : Cease then , old man ,
thus to revile thy son . Adm . Speak , I have spoken . But if thou art grieved To
hear the ...
324 ÆäÀÌÁö
Once or twice the patient attempted to speak , but the effort was too much ; the
sound from his lips died ere the words were formed ; but his half closed eyes ,
intently fixed upon the child , bore certain evidence as to the direction in which
his ...
Once or twice the patient attempted to speak , but the effort was too much ; the
sound from his lips died ere the words were formed ; but his half closed eyes ,
intently fixed upon the child , bore certain evidence as to the direction in which
his ...
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To mention the name of Smith , is to speak in nubibus , it implies no more than
Jack , or Bill , or Tom , or Will , it is a name that means nobody . But the Smith of
whom I speak , is a man who must have been caught in the woods , and ( so well
do ...
To mention the name of Smith , is to speak in nubibus , it implies no more than
Jack , or Bill , or Tom , or Will , it is a name that means nobody . But the Smith of
whom I speak , is a man who must have been caught in the woods , and ( so well
do ...
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364 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
256 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
355 ÆäÀÌÁö - In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC, The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But...
256 ÆäÀÌÁö - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
399 ÆäÀÌÁö - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
435 ÆäÀÌÁö - Short upper lip— sweet lips ! that make us sigh Ever to have seen such ; for she was one Fit for the model of a statuary, (A race of mere impostors, when all's done — I've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal).
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - for he never sought it in the right place. The famous Fountain of Youth, if I am rightly informed, is situated in the southern part of the Floridian peninsula, not far from Lake Macaco. Its source is overshadowed by several gigantic magnolias, which, though numberless centuries old, have been kept as fresh as violets by the virtues of this wonderful water. An acquaintance of mine, knowing my curiosity in such matters, has sent me what you see in the vase.