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... human feelings - who walked the path of righteousness , and found no greater happiness than doing charities , and sheltering the oppressed : in this short space of time , one single year ! thou- sands , possessors of such attributes ...
... human feelings - who walked the path of righteousness , and found no greater happiness than doing charities , and sheltering the oppressed : in this short space of time , one single year ! thou- sands , possessors of such attributes ...
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... human nature , " finds a louder response within the human breast , than " That we have we prize not to the worth While we enjoy it , but being lacked and lost We reck the value . " The whirling eddy of time rolled on over three years ...
... human nature , " finds a louder response within the human breast , than " That we have we prize not to the worth While we enjoy it , but being lacked and lost We reck the value . " The whirling eddy of time rolled on over three years ...
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... human species ; this is most fully seen where education and factitious refinement have least warped the mind from the path of nature . The child listens with intense delight to fireside stories of the mar- vellous related by garrulous ...
... human species ; this is most fully seen where education and factitious refinement have least warped the mind from the path of nature . The child listens with intense delight to fireside stories of the mar- vellous related by garrulous ...
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... human passions . She made a move- bore off the fainting girl in his arms . Mrs. Weldon and her children , for some mo- ments after , could not speak . They gazed upon each other utterly confounded , scarcely knowing whether the ...
... human passions . She made a move- bore off the fainting girl in his arms . Mrs. Weldon and her children , for some mo- ments after , could not speak . They gazed upon each other utterly confounded , scarcely knowing whether the ...
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... human blood was poured the altars on . In Greece where Genius had upreared her shrine ; And Science shed o'er all things grace divine ; Though Jove shook heaven , where the red bolt was Neptune the sea -- and Phoebus lit the world ...
... human blood was poured the altars on . In Greece where Genius had upreared her shrine ; And Science shed o'er all things grace divine ; Though Jove shook heaven , where the red bolt was Neptune the sea -- and Phoebus lit the world ...
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Página 23 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Página 41 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile, she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Página 57 - MAIDENHOOD. mAIDEN ! with the meek brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies, Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Página 247 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be. Come when his task of fame is wrought; Come with her laurel-leaf...
Página 40 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Página 153 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 302 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Página 41 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Página 82 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Página 245 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave ; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow, Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.