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Side 17
... forgot the service done him by M. Potier , to whom he carried a pair of his finest fowls every year , as a token of his gratitude . с THE JOURNEY OF LIFE . HAVE you ever walked through " THE SIXTH STANDARD READER . 17.
... forgot the service done him by M. Potier , to whom he carried a pair of his finest fowls every year , as a token of his gratitude . с THE JOURNEY OF LIFE . HAVE you ever walked through " THE SIXTH STANDARD READER . 17.
Side 18
James Stuart Laurie. THE JOURNEY OF LIFE . HAVE you ever walked through the crowded streets of a great city ? What shoals of people are pouring in from opposite quarters , like torrents meeting in a narrow valley ! You would imagine it ...
James Stuart Laurie. THE JOURNEY OF LIFE . HAVE you ever walked through the crowded streets of a great city ? What shoals of people are pouring in from opposite quarters , like torrents meeting in a narrow valley ! You would imagine it ...
Side 28
... walked , the silk still came out of her spinners . She held it away from the triangle with one of her feet until she was at the right spot to fasten it , and then she pulled it into the right length , and made it very firm . " When she ...
... walked , the silk still came out of her spinners . She held it away from the triangle with one of her feet until she was at the right spot to fasten it , and then she pulled it into the right length , and made it very firm . " When she ...
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... walked homewards , leaning on his stick , and thinking with sorrow how very small were the means he possessed of doing good and relieving misery . As he entered the door , he heard an unwonted clamor of tongues . " A pretty business ...
... walked homewards , leaning on his stick , and thinking with sorrow how very small were the means he possessed of doing good and relieving misery . As he entered the door , he heard an unwonted clamor of tongues . " A pretty business ...
Side 46
... walked to battle More proudly than to die . ' " And Vincente Moreno , the guerrilla chief , perished on the scaffold . " Stories from European History . THE LOST LAMBKIN . THERE never was a sweeter creature than dear little golden ...
... walked to battle More proudly than to die . ' " And Vincente Moreno , the guerrilla chief , perished on the scaffold . " Stories from European History . THE LOST LAMBKIN . THERE never was a sweeter creature than dear little golden ...
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Side 265 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Side 282 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Side 67 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere.
Side 263 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Side 266 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Side 266 - Nevermore.' 'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Side 269 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor...
Side 269 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Side 267 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Side 267 - There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.