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... Believe it still ! for crowning joys , and sufferings , and death , These are thy proud prerogatives , and these thy kingly wreath . ' Tis thine to search and comprehend , the world- deep mysteries , Nobler in this than stars and suns ...
... Believe it still ! for crowning joys , and sufferings , and death , These are thy proud prerogatives , and these thy kingly wreath . ' Tis thine to search and comprehend , the world- deep mysteries , Nobler in this than stars and suns ...
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... believe it when these records is living , while he can give us blow after blow came to light . " In this belief they do not dit- on the heart , and then plead as an excuse for fer from other memoir writers who imagine obstinacy in wrong ...
... believe it when these records is living , while he can give us blow after blow came to light . " In this belief they do not dit- on the heart , and then plead as an excuse for fer from other memoir writers who imagine obstinacy in wrong ...
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... believe it was the exquisite voice of mittee has affirmed ) to science , literature , and Stradella , singing his own music , which so art , from ending their days in prison and in dis- touched the hearts of the assassins . But grace ...
... believe it was the exquisite voice of mittee has affirmed ) to science , literature , and Stradella , singing his own music , which so art , from ending their days in prison and in dis- touched the hearts of the assassins . But grace ...
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... believe that this autobiography , from the gen- and others of his patrons : Sir Robert was eral interest it has excited , will reverse , in some prompt and kindly in his reply , sending him measure , the hard judgment that has been 50 ...
... believe that this autobiography , from the gen- and others of his patrons : Sir Robert was eral interest it has excited , will reverse , in some prompt and kindly in his reply , sending him measure , the hard judgment that has been 50 ...
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... believe , and still does , that it till they entered the green - house , and there , in- was a plundering expedition , and that some ac- deed , lay a man overhead , moaning low and pit - complice in our house opened the window where ...
... believe , and still does , that it till they entered the green - house , and there , in- was a plundering expedition , and that some ac- deed , lay a man overhead , moaning low and pit - complice in our house opened the window where ...
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Side 370 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Side 313 - The bridegroom sea Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride, And, in the fulness of his marriage joy, He decorates her tawny brow with shells, Retires a space, to see how fair she looks, Then proud runs up to kiss her.
Side 144 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Side 191 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Side 175 - When the ended curse Left silence in the world, right suddenly He sprang up rampant and stood straight and stiff, As if the new reality of death Were dashed against his eyes, and roared so fierce, (Such thick carnivorous passion in his throat Tearing a passage through the wrath and fear) And roared so wild, and smote from all the hills Such fast keen echoes crumbling down the vales Precipitately, — that the forest beasts, One after one, did mutter a response Of savage and of sorrowful complaint...
Side 191 - Had stamp'd her image in me, and even so, Although I found her thus, we did not part, Perchance even dearer in her day of woe Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.
Side 48 - OH ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream : Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn — where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
Side 60 - We want a national epic that shall correspond to the size of the country; that shall be to all other epics what Banvard's Panorama of the Mississippi is to all other paintings, — the largest in the world!" "Ah!" "We want a national drama in which scope enough shall be given to our gigantic ideas, and to the unparalleled activity and progress of our people!
Side 146 - I could never hear the AveMary bell* without an elevation, or think it a sufficient warrant, because they erred in one circumstance, for me to err in all, that is, in silence and dumb contempt ; whilst therefore they directed their devotions to her, I offered mine to God, and rectified the errors of their prayers, by rightly ordering mine own.
Side 144 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still.