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... thou wert conscious of possessing , now robed in immortal clothing with no base , earthly senses to distract thy spirit , as thou indulgest thy roving propensities in speeding from world to world , in thy pursuits of divine history , if ...
... thou wert conscious of possessing , now robed in immortal clothing with no base , earthly senses to distract thy spirit , as thou indulgest thy roving propensities in speeding from world to world , in thy pursuits of divine history , if ...
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... Thou worldly - wise , thou respectable man , through what dangers hast thou passed ! How many severe head - aches and severe mortifications , sometimes burnt , and again only singed , has Time carried you ! Where didst thou learn that ...
... Thou worldly - wise , thou respectable man , through what dangers hast thou passed ! How many severe head - aches and severe mortifications , sometimes burnt , and again only singed , has Time carried you ! Where didst thou learn that ...
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... Thou steal'st mine age away ! ' ' Come , Amie of the roguish eye , Young Ernest leads the dance , To him full many a maiden throws A message - sending glance ; Come show that dainty cheek to - night , Its blushes are betrayed , And be ...
... Thou steal'st mine age away ! ' ' Come , Amie of the roguish eye , Young Ernest leads the dance , To him full many a maiden throws A message - sending glance ; Come show that dainty cheek to - night , Its blushes are betrayed , And be ...
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... thou art gone to rest . Blest mother ! I remember thee , from youth's fresh , buoyant day ; A star thou wert to guide my feet , of pure and constant ray : Thy love possessed a charm beyond the light of pleasure's beams , And ' t was thy ...
... thou art gone to rest . Blest mother ! I remember thee , from youth's fresh , buoyant day ; A star thou wert to guide my feet , of pure and constant ray : Thy love possessed a charm beyond the light of pleasure's beams , And ' t was thy ...
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... thou know how deep a wound thou hast struck into the very dearest life of the truth for which thou wouldst yet at any moment thyself freely suffer and die ! ' ' What , ' said Julia , ' could have moved him to such madness ? ' ' With him ...
... thou know how deep a wound thou hast struck into the very dearest life of the truth for which thou wouldst yet at any moment thyself freely suffer and die ! ' ' What , ' said Julia , ' could have moved him to such madness ? ' ' With him ...
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189 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
540 ÆäÀÌÁö - The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together.
274 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fire is in each he expends : one grinding in the mill of Industry ; one hunter-like climbing the giddy Alpine heights of Science ; one madly dashed in pieces on the rocks of Strife, in war with his fellow : — and then the Heaven-sent is recalled; his earthly Vesture falls away, and soon even to Sense becomes a vanished Shadow. Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in longdrawn, quick-succeeding grandeur, through...
534 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
189 ÆäÀÌÁö - Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main. A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take...
534 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
189 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket. Comprising the Details of a Mutiny and Atrocious Butchery on Board the American Brig Grampus, on her Way to the South Seas, in the Month of June, 1827.
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - Think nought a trifle, though it small appear ; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.