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... Less- THIS is a sadly suggestive , a painfully in- ing and Goethe had given the first impulse in structive book . As ... less ardent , less years , could be written without reference to sanguine spirits . It is not his eminence as an the ...
... Less- THIS is a sadly suggestive , a painfully in- ing and Goethe had given the first impulse in structive book . As ... less ardent , less years , could be written without reference to sanguine spirits . It is not his eminence as an the ...
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... less intent on persuading the world narrative , supplied by the editor , and written that he painted good pictures , he had been a with much calm , good sense , and in a just and wiser man . " But it is fair to say that no one gentle ...
... less intent on persuading the world narrative , supplied by the editor , and written that he painted good pictures , he had been a with much calm , good sense , and in a just and wiser man . " But it is fair to say that no one gentle ...
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... less note ; all young pidation on this his first entrance into fashion- - ardent - - poor . And the only woman able life - how he dressed and redressed , and among them , a certain " Lizzy , " who lodged brushed up his hair , and looked ...
... less note ; all young pidation on this his first entrance into fashion- - ardent - - poor . And the only woman able life - how he dressed and redressed , and among them , a certain " Lizzy , " who lodged brushed up his hair , and looked ...
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... less confu- sion in the arrangement , and less of exagger- ation and effort in the individual forms , than is usual with him . The vindictive sneer on the face of the wicked mother is too vulgar , too like that of a common female cheat ...
... less confu- sion in the arrangement , and less of exagger- ation and effort in the individual forms , than is usual with him . The vindictive sneer on the face of the wicked mother is too vulgar , too like that of a common female cheat ...
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... less inmates ; and on asking what it meant , as he felt ! " exclaims Haydon , in scorn and was told it was a procession of burgesses , headed by the Lord High Sheriff and Lord Mayor of the King's Bench Prison , going in state to open ...
... less inmates ; and on asking what it meant , as he felt ! " exclaims Haydon , in scorn and was told it was a procession of burgesses , headed by the Lord High Sheriff and Lord Mayor of the King's Bench Prison , going in state to open ...
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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.