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A novel Hung Bui. Don't believe in tears When miracle comes to Love, There is no such thing better than Tears. And. Tear drop is not losing what you love, But having what you have lost. For those who believe in' God. HUNG BUI Thanks to ...
A novel Hung Bui. Don't believe in tears When miracle comes to Love, There is no such thing better than Tears. And. Tear drop is not losing what you love, But having what you have lost. For those who believe in' God. HUNG BUI Thanks to ...
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... tear . Our old hero is taken up , along with a well - selected assortment of other things , and just as he begins in the Professor's theory he is dropped in his own door - yard . Owing to circumstances over which he ... TEARS . ROUSING A BOY.
... tear . Our old hero is taken up , along with a well - selected assortment of other things , and just as he begins in the Professor's theory he is dropped in his own door - yard . Owing to circumstances over which he ... TEARS . ROUSING A BOY.
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... tears her penalties and pains ; While bigot frenzy waved th ' avenging rod , And murdered virtue in the name of God . THE DAUGHTER . O father , cease ! the dreadful scene forbear , Nor the fond breast of filial duty tear . Yet in our ...
... tears her penalties and pains ; While bigot frenzy waved th ' avenging rod , And murdered virtue in the name of God . THE DAUGHTER . O father , cease ! the dreadful scene forbear , Nor the fond breast of filial duty tear . Yet in our ...
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... tear filled eyes . He had a lump in his throat as he fought back the tears . I was torn between my parents and the man I loved ! He did not question my tears , as he stood staring at me , taking in the moment . " You look beautiful my ...
... tear filled eyes . He had a lump in his throat as he fought back the tears . I was torn between my parents and the man I loved ! He did not question my tears , as he stood staring at me , taking in the moment . " You look beautiful my ...
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... tear” of sovereignty in a diflerent sense. From the royal tears through which we initially view sovereign— ty's departure in Richard II, tears situate us in relation to sovereignty in a second sense, as a figure of the resistance theory ...
... tear” of sovereignty in a diflerent sense. From the royal tears through which we initially view sovereign— ty's departure in Richard II, tears situate us in relation to sovereignty in a second sense, as a figure of the resistance theory ...
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Page 3 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Page 410 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 27 - And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo. there was a great earthquake ; and the sun became black as sackcloth . of hair, and the moon became as blood ; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together ; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.
Page 304 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your sires, God and your native land...
Page 3 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 125 - T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,— That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Page 301 - Each public officer who takes an oath to support the constitution, swears that he will support it as he understands it, and not as it is understood by others.
Page 231 - This water His blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Page 68 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 41 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best...