A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged, from Sir John Mandeville to William Cowper. Consisting of Biographical Sketches of the Authors, Selections from Their Works, with Notes ... Designed as a Text-book for the Highest Classes in Schools and for Junior Classes in Colleges, as Well as Well as for Private ReadingE. C. and J. Biddle & Company, 1860 - 762ÆäÀÌÁö |
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Shiloh Walker. NEVER. AS. IT. SEEMS. Shiloh Walker When a woman shares her deepest secret with the man she loves, the last thing she wants is for him to laugh at her. Or worse...not believe her. But that was what happened three years ...
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... seems readily explainable by the nearly total absence of variance on this item ( Almost all subjects said graduating from high school is extremely important ) . Moreover , only one item ( " having the latest - style clothes " ) shows a ...
... seems readily explainable by the nearly total absence of variance on this item ( Almost all subjects said graduating from high school is extremely important ) . Moreover , only one item ( " having the latest - style clothes " ) shows a ...
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... seems to be based, at least in part, on the idea that since God is perfect, His book must also be perfect. They believe the God who is all-knowing, all-powerful, and everywhere present would not speak to us in terms of ancient mythology ...
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... Petras. WORKING HARD If achieve people how mastery, worked hard knew my to it I wouldn't seem so after wonderful all. —Michelangelo artist MAKING MISTAKES really If you mistakes, you make aren't trying. 18 ¡°It always seems impossible.
... Petras. WORKING HARD If achieve people how mastery, worked hard knew my to it I wouldn't seem so after wonderful all. —Michelangelo artist MAKING MISTAKES really If you mistakes, you make aren't trying. 18 ¡°It always seems impossible.
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596 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour: — The paths of glory lead but...
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
266 ÆäÀÌÁö - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
597 ÆäÀÌÁö - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
164 ÆäÀÌÁö - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not.
244 ÆäÀÌÁö - I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
316 ÆäÀÌÁö - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
255 ÆäÀÌÁö - With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild: then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb,...
598 ÆäÀÌÁö - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.