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sions they thus usually produce , little entitle them to be called the hand - maids of History . Biography can much more justly claim this distinction . It is the province of this to descend to all the minute de- tails that History ...
sions they thus usually produce , little entitle them to be called the hand - maids of History . Biography can much more justly claim this distinction . It is the province of this to descend to all the minute de- tails that History ...
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... called . The rich man rolling in wealth , who has never had a wish ungratified , who feels secure from future want , gives a thousand , or perchance ten thousand , for some praiseworthy ob- ject . Immediately his name with the deed is ...
... called . The rich man rolling in wealth , who has never had a wish ungratified , who feels secure from future want , gives a thousand , or perchance ten thousand , for some praiseworthy ob- ject . Immediately his name with the deed is ...
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... called them forth to enjoy the green - sward dance . Here you might find true happiness , and its elements , industry , integri- ty , and consequent comfort . Why need philosophers invent their the- ories to find a receipt for happiness ...
... called them forth to enjoy the green - sward dance . Here you might find true happiness , and its elements , industry , integri- ty , and consequent comfort . Why need philosophers invent their the- ories to find a receipt for happiness ...
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... called by our simple - hearted vil- lagers , " the mother's grave . " We seated ourselves on a broad stone slab , and the old man began : " Do you see that house hard by , just rising above those noble poplars that surround it ? it is ...
... called by our simple - hearted vil- lagers , " the mother's grave . " We seated ourselves on a broad stone slab , and the old man began : " Do you see that house hard by , just rising above those noble poplars that surround it ? it is ...
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... called me tempter , did she . I will be a tempter to some purpose ; " and he laid his head upon his pillow that night with the avowed intention of ruining one for whom he professed the holy tie of friendship , and of bringing misery to ...
... called me tempter , did she . I will be a tempter to some purpose ; " and he laid his head upon his pillow that night with the avowed intention of ruining one for whom he professed the holy tie of friendship , and of bringing misery to ...
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Side 286 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.
Side 325 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan...
Side 277 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Side 277 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Side 408 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Side 311 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Side 148 - In happy climes, the seat of innocence, Where Nature guides and Virtue rules, Where men shall not impose for truth and sense The pedantry of courts and schools : There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts.
Side 303 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Side 274 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 366 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward.