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... speaking of the vast stake at issue , and on what that issue turned . While the two armies look on with breathless interest , two of the Romans fall , and there is a momentary pause , while the third one meditates whether to stand or ...
... speaking of the vast stake at issue , and on what that issue turned . While the two armies look on with breathless interest , two of the Romans fall , and there is a momentary pause , while the third one meditates whether to stand or ...
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... speak as I think in this matter . I have felt all I have said , and would say it again , in like circumstances . What- ever I have written that my friends think creditable , I have accomplished during the leisure moments of a laborious ...
... speak as I think in this matter . I have felt all I have said , and would say it again , in like circumstances . What- ever I have written that my friends think creditable , I have accomplished during the leisure moments of a laborious ...
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... speaking of the poems of the bard , but perhaps no man better than Jef- frey knows how to " Damn with faint phraise , with civil leer commend . " 6 But , thank Heaven , the poet has come down to us a true man , un- changed from the rude ...
... speaking of the poems of the bard , but perhaps no man better than Jef- frey knows how to " Damn with faint phraise , with civil leer commend . " 6 But , thank Heaven , the poet has come down to us a true man , un- changed from the rude ...
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... , and not a child to mind the silly talk of a woman . " " Silence , sir ! speak not so of my mother ; one unkind word of her I will not listen to . " " Nonsense ! who thought of saying any thing disrespectful 1845. ] 23 THE MOTHER'S GRAVE .
... , and not a child to mind the silly talk of a woman . " " Silence , sir ! speak not so of my mother ; one unkind word of her I will not listen to . " " Nonsense ! who thought of saying any thing disrespectful 1845. ] 23 THE MOTHER'S GRAVE .
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... speak so ; that was a forced promise , and forced promises are never binding , you know , a mere ruse de guerre ; ' you surely are not afraid that one glass will upset you , are you ? " " As for that matter , I can drink as much as any ...
... speak so ; that was a forced promise , and forced promises are never binding , you know , a mere ruse de guerre ; ' you surely are not afraid that one glass will upset you , are you ? " " As for that matter , I can drink as much as any ...
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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.