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... called up our critic , who said he would endeavor to describe the difference . " Let us select , " said he , " the cele- brated tent scene of Richard the Third : it is , of all others , that in which the younger is the most successful ...
... called up our critic , who said he would endeavor to describe the difference . " Let us select , " said he , " the cele- brated tent scene of Richard the Third : it is , of all others , that in which the younger is the most successful ...
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... called a prose Wordsworth of the Woods : and in a certain sense it is true - for we recognise in three fourths of his stories that pervading impress of forest scenery which is his peculiar charm . This , doubtless , is the reason why so ...
... called a prose Wordsworth of the Woods : and in a certain sense it is true - for we recognise in three fourths of his stories that pervading impress of forest scenery which is his peculiar charm . This , doubtless , is the reason why so ...
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... called , none can skulk from the muster . ' " I can swim , ' Dillon continued , rushing , with frantic eagerness , to the side of the wreck . Is there no billet of wood , no rope , that I can take with me ? ' " None ; everything has ...
... called , none can skulk from the muster . ' " I can swim , ' Dillon continued , rushing , with frantic eagerness , to the side of the wreck . Is there no billet of wood , no rope , that I can take with me ? ' " None ; everything has ...
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... called him , he was ready to answer . Go , my children ; remember the just chief of the Pale- faces , and clear your own tracks from briers ! ' “ The grave was made beneath the shade of some noble oaks . It has been carefully watched to ...
... called him , he was ready to answer . Go , my children ; remember the just chief of the Pale- faces , and clear your own tracks from briers ! ' “ The grave was made beneath the shade of some noble oaks . It has been carefully watched to ...
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... called " Nature , " which he , in setting out , defines as , " All which philosophy distinguishes as the ' NOT ME ; ' that is , both nature and art , all other men , body . " He defines a lover of nature as one and outward senses are ...
... called " Nature , " which he , in setting out , defines as , " All which philosophy distinguishes as the ' NOT ME ; ' that is , both nature and art , all other men , body . " He defines a lover of nature as one and outward senses are ...
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Page 163 - are beating Funeral marches to the grave. ***** " Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time! " Footprints! that perhaps another, Sailing o'er Life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing shall take heart again!
Page 128 - Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' Tapping at my chamber door— Only this, and nothing more.
Page 197 - visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 357 - His soul was like a star, and dwelt apart! He had a voice whose sound was like the sea, Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free ; So did he travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness, and yet his heart The lowliest duties on itself did lay
Page 220 - eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command: And yet a spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Page 230 - His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won: Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. Bozzaris! with the storied brave, Greece mustered in her glory's time, Rest thee; there is no prouder grave,
Page 164 - There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded gram at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. * * * * " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves, It was for the Lord of Paradise' He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 156 - Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not, in enjoyment it expired; No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request. Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him—it was blessedness and love.
Page 130 - Not the least obeisance made he; Not an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, Perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Page 160 - 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.