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... called into life , traverses every ocean , floats over every inland lake , and threads every winding river , in quest of appliances to the primitive or the factitious demands of the appetite of hunger . We are naked , and lo ! another ...
... called into life , traverses every ocean , floats over every inland lake , and threads every winding river , in quest of appliances to the primitive or the factitious demands of the appetite of hunger . We are naked , and lo ! another ...
Side 8
... called by its Author a new commandment . ' For of Pagan antiquity , and of the East even now , the practical doctrine is , that men should love their friends and hate their enemies . ' The lines which enclose kindred , clan , tribe , or ...
... called by its Author a new commandment . ' For of Pagan antiquity , and of the East even now , the practical doctrine is , that men should love their friends and hate their enemies . ' The lines which enclose kindred , clan , tribe , or ...
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... called our hero to her side , and having smoothed down his hair , she gave him a kiss ; and begged him , for her sake , to try and get religion , which he promised to do ; for he felt very grate- ful for his breakfast , and would have ...
... called our hero to her side , and having smoothed down his hair , she gave him a kiss ; and begged him , for her sake , to try and get religion , which he promised to do ; for he felt very grate- ful for his breakfast , and would have ...
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... ( called the Columbian Centinel , ) curiously folded as thy cook's cap , and resting on thy dark rich locks ; the smoke of the lighted fire slowly tracing its way upward by the precipitous rocks as by a chim- ney , and thyself kneeling ...
... ( called the Columbian Centinel , ) curiously folded as thy cook's cap , and resting on thy dark rich locks ; the smoke of the lighted fire slowly tracing its way upward by the precipitous rocks as by a chim- ney , and thyself kneeling ...
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... called a bad vocalist , though some amateurs prefer him to the mule ; but he is perhaps underrated . There are many notes which alone are shocking to the ear , that have in concert an agreeable har- mony . The gabble of the goose is not ...
... called a bad vocalist , though some amateurs prefer him to the mule ; but he is perhaps underrated . There are many notes which alone are shocking to the ear , that have in concert an agreeable har- mony . The gabble of the goose is not ...
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Side 419 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Side 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Side 443 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Side 335 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Side 444 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Side 419 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Side 444 - Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
Side 443 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Side 419 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Side 333 - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.