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... seen them growing ! It is hard . I will take him some day when I go on a tramp . ' Nell looked up frightened , and laid down her piece of butterless bread . ' Father , it would kill him to walk so far ! ' ' Oh , I am well now and strong ...
... seen them growing ! It is hard . I will take him some day when I go on a tramp . ' Nell looked up frightened , and laid down her piece of butterless bread . ' Father , it would kill him to walk so far ! ' ' Oh , I am well now and strong ...
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... seen her look so lovely . The anger had died out of her face , leaving it as pale as a lotus - flower ; a mist of tears still floated in her dusky eyes ; fatigue and terror had imparted a softer and more feminine beauty . Bernard ...
... seen her look so lovely . The anger had died out of her face , leaving it as pale as a lotus - flower ; a mist of tears still floated in her dusky eyes ; fatigue and terror had imparted a softer and more feminine beauty . Bernard ...
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... seen them all go down like puppets before him , and from the ashes of their energies , their weak- nesses , their ignorances , he had built up his position , and the world bowed down to him as a ' merchant prince . ' He had risen , and ...
... seen them all go down like puppets before him , and from the ashes of their energies , their weak- nesses , their ignorances , he had built up his position , and the world bowed down to him as a ' merchant prince . ' He had risen , and ...
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... seen my error , and admit it . Your answer ? ' ' I refuse to accept your offer . ' ' Refuse ! Oh , no , no , no ; you cannot mean that ! ' exclaimed Mr. Foster , startled by the unexpected answer . ' You don't know what you say . My ...
... seen my error , and admit it . Your answer ? ' ' I refuse to accept your offer . ' ' Refuse ! Oh , no , no , no ; you cannot mean that ! ' exclaimed Mr. Foster , startled by the unexpected answer . ' You don't know what you say . My ...
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... seen them this very morning , in their helpless and hopeless misery . He saw his wretched worthless wife pass before him , who had so vilely betrayed him , and had inflicted such sufferings upon those dearest to him . And the sherry ...
... seen them this very morning , in their helpless and hopeless misery . He saw his wretched worthless wife pass before him , who had so vilely betrayed him , and had inflicted such sufferings upon those dearest to him . And the sherry ...
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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!