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... seemed like gouty gentlemen of hearty natures , disposed to joke on their infirmities . " The Cheerful Locksmith . " CHARLES DICKENS . 4. Advance , then , ye future generations ! We would hail you , as you rise , in your long succession ...
... seemed like gouty gentlemen of hearty natures , disposed to joke on their infirmities . " The Cheerful Locksmith . " CHARLES DICKENS . 4. Advance , then , ye future generations ! We would hail you , as you rise , in your long succession ...
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... seemed to him recreant to free- dom and humanity . The idols of a purely conventional virtue he delighted to shatter , because no public enemy seemed to him more deadly than the American who made moral cowardice respectable . He knew ...
... seemed to him recreant to free- dom and humanity . The idols of a purely conventional virtue he delighted to shatter , because no public enemy seemed to him more deadly than the American who made moral cowardice respectable . He knew ...
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... seemed to invite their arms ; the pleasing , tho doubtful , intelligence of a pearl - fishery at- tracted their avarice ; and as Britain was viewed in the light of a distinct and insulated world , the conquest scarcely formed any ...
... seemed to invite their arms ; the pleasing , tho doubtful , intelligence of a pearl - fishery at- tracted their avarice ; and as Britain was viewed in the light of a distinct and insulated world , the conquest scarcely formed any ...
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... seemed inspired with new vigor ; the flowers looked more gay , the grass more green , the birds sang more cheerily , and all nature seemed to sympathize in his gladness . Memory was of mortal 50 HOW TO READ AND DECLAIM.
... seemed inspired with new vigor ; the flowers looked more gay , the grass more green , the birds sang more cheerily , and all nature seemed to sympathize in his gladness . Memory was of mortal 50 HOW TO READ AND DECLAIM.
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... seemed to touch , a more delightful vision . I saw her just above the horizon , decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in -- glit- tering like the morning star , full of life , and splendor , and joy . Oh ...
... seemed to touch , a more delightful vision . I saw her just above the horizon , decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in -- glit- tering like the morning star , full of life , and splendor , and joy . Oh ...
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Page 421 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Page 147 - Liberty first and Union afterward," but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart — "Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable.
Page 360 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Page 376 - And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days...
Page 132 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 169 - And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
Page 382 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Page 424 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Page 70 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 74 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...