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... Death of Eliza at the Battle of Minden Song to May The Bustling , Affectionate , Little American Woman Society in Bagdad The Temple of Nature The Three Warnings Extracts from Dean Stanley The Metamorphoses or Transformations The Landing ...
... Death of Eliza at the Battle of Minden Song to May The Bustling , Affectionate , Little American Woman Society in Bagdad The Temple of Nature The Three Warnings Extracts from Dean Stanley The Metamorphoses or Transformations The Landing ...
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... death's head , no mummy of apocryphal dragon -the vulgar catch - pennies of fortune - telling trader . There was not even a pack of cards to elevate the soul of man into the regions of the mystic world . No , the room was plainly yet ...
... death's head , no mummy of apocryphal dragon -the vulgar catch - pennies of fortune - telling trader . There was not even a pack of cards to elevate the soul of man into the regions of the mystic world . No , the room was plainly yet ...
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... death- watch clicking . The study of entomology at this period being very little attended to , the terror that this noise inflicted upon hypochon- driac persons frequently caused the event im- agined to be prognosticated . Madame Peere ...
... death- watch clicking . The study of entomology at this period being very little attended to , the terror that this noise inflicted upon hypochon- driac persons frequently caused the event im- agined to be prognosticated . Madame Peere ...
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... death - raised his head from the pillow , and rolled his eyes so horribly , that the very clerks were alarmed ; he spoke , with apparent difficulty , " Who are these people ? " Coralie replied , " My dear , did not you ex- press a wish ...
... death - raised his head from the pillow , and rolled his eyes so horribly , that the very clerks were alarmed ; he spoke , with apparent difficulty , " Who are these people ? " Coralie replied , " My dear , did not you ex- press a wish ...
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... round and bright , That sceptre kept , I could not lose my way . " And strained the throbbing lids ; -before ' twas night Two added provinces blest Dara's sway . JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL weakness I am to be persecuted to death . You DARA . 19.
... round and bright , That sceptre kept , I could not lose my way . " And strained the throbbing lids ; -before ' twas night Two added provinces blest Dara's sway . JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL weakness I am to be persecuted to death . You DARA . 19.
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107 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...