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... cried enthusiastically . What rich man gave them you , father ? ' ' Rich man ! Ah , my boy , you have never been in the blessed country , or you would know ! Those are the flowers that God scatters wild along the way - side and the ...
... cried enthusiastically . What rich man gave them you , father ? ' ' Rich man ! Ah , my boy , you have never been in the blessed country , or you would know ! Those are the flowers that God scatters wild along the way - side and the ...
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... cried the little man , beaming satis- faction from his eyes , but depre- cating her thanks with a modest wave of his tiny hand . ' Good- night . I must be off to the theatre . ' The door closed , and he went down the stairs , his light ...
... cried the little man , beaming satis- faction from his eyes , but depre- cating her thanks with a modest wave of his tiny hand . ' Good- night . I must be off to the theatre . ' The door closed , and he went down the stairs , his light ...
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... cried passionately ; and he will be glad of any disappointment for me . I won't let him see I am disap- pointed . I would rather eat my disappointed . heart out ! ' untamed nature . He was hand- some , talented ,. amount of dissipation ...
... cried passionately ; and he will be glad of any disappointment for me . I won't let him see I am disap- pointed . I would rather eat my disappointed . heart out ! ' untamed nature . He was hand- some , talented ,. amount of dissipation ...
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... cried eagerly , in a loud and rather coarse voice , ' there are some . ' And she drew her companion roughly on . ' O , they are nothing after all but weeds . Common wretched things from the road - side . What an imposi- tion ! ' Lennard ...
... cried eagerly , in a loud and rather coarse voice , ' there are some . ' And she drew her companion roughly on . ' O , they are nothing after all but weeds . Common wretched things from the road - side . What an imposi- tion ! ' Lennard ...
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... cried Mr. Foster . But the door was closed , and the two men met no more in that place . Twelve months have passed when I take up again the thread of my story . All that is necessary to bridge the period of time may be told in a few ...
... cried Mr. Foster . But the door was closed , and the two men met no more in that place . Twelve months have passed when I take up again the thread of my story . All that is necessary to bridge the period of time may be told in a few ...
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Side 141 - Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Side 262 - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quicksucceeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane ; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane.
Side 260 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the...
Side 259 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
Side 260 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Side 261 - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
Side 259 - The young men saw me, and hid themselves : and the aged arose, and stood up. The princes refrained talking, and laid their hand on their mouth. The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
Side 145 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Side 258 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 262 - But whence ?—O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith knows not; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and to God. ' " We are such stuff As Dreams are made of, and our little Life Is rounded with a sleep!