The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon Gebbie & Company, 1893 |
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... answer. CHOICE OF THE TRAGEDY OF THE TILL . [ Douglas Jerrold , born in London , 3d January , 1803 ; died at Kilburn , London , 8th June , 1857. Midshipman , printer , dramatist , journalist , novelist , essayist , humour- ist - and ...
... answer. CHOICE OF THE TRAGEDY OF THE TILL . [ Douglas Jerrold , born in London , 3d January , 1803 ; died at Kilburn , London , 8th June , 1857. Midshipman , printer , dramatist , journalist , novelist , essayist , humour- ist - and ...
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... answer truly , why truly there is hope ; but if he stam- mer , or falter at the coin , the verdict runs , and wisely runs , mad - incapably mad . ' " I'm not so bad as that , ' said Pugwash , a little alarmed . " Don't say how you are ...
... answer truly , why truly there is hope ; but if he stam- mer , or falter at the coin , the verdict runs , and wisely runs , mad - incapably mad . ' " I'm not so bad as that , ' said Pugwash , a little alarmed . " Don't say how you are ...
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... answer You'd have this soul of your's cured ? ' " If there's anything the matter with it , ' answered Pugwash . Though not of any con- ceit I speak it , yet I think it as sweet and as healthy a soul as the souls of my neighbours . I ...
... answer You'd have this soul of your's cured ? ' " If there's anything the matter with it , ' answered Pugwash . Though not of any con- ceit I speak it , yet I think it as sweet and as healthy a soul as the souls of my neighbours . I ...
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... answered Lotus , ' nothing what- ever . The work is too nice and precious to be paid for ; I have a reward you dream not of for my labour . Think you that men's immortal souls are to be mended like iron pots , at tinker's price ? Oh ...
... answered Lotus , ' nothing what- ever . The work is too nice and precious to be paid for ; I have a reward you dream not of for my labour . Think you that men's immortal souls are to be mended like iron pots , at tinker's price ? Oh ...
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... answered with a hic- cup , - " Why do you expect I should tell you when I don't know myself ? " " Indeed , sir ! " said Coralie impatiently , " I see no reason why I should not ask you . " " If women were to always have their wills ...
... answered with a hic- cup , - " Why do you expect I should tell you when I don't know myself ? " " Indeed , sir ! " said Coralie impatiently , " I see no reason why I should not ask you . " " If women were to always have their wills ...
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107 페이지 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
143 페이지 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
6 페이지 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
370 페이지 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
7 페이지 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
8 페이지 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
6 페이지 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
370 페이지 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
40 페이지 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth...
92 페이지 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...