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... look around him the contents had already been introduced to the gastric juice , and were undergoing its digestive process . Leigh Hunt paused to survey the scene , and said , " Good Heaven ! if in a peaceful country like this so little ...
... look around him the contents had already been introduced to the gastric juice , and were undergoing its digestive process . Leigh Hunt paused to survey the scene , and said , " Good Heaven ! if in a peaceful country like this so little ...
Page 62
... look for flippancy of style , any more than frivolity of thought . Philosophy is a solemnity , not a jest ; and Emerson has very little of Rabelais or Democritus in his composition . Mr. Emerson's first speech to the public was a small ...
... look for flippancy of style , any more than frivolity of thought . Philosophy is a solemnity , not a jest ; and Emerson has very little of Rabelais or Democritus in his composition . Mr. Emerson's first speech to the public was a small ...
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... look thus to me , to you otherwise . Let us say our uttermost word , and be the all - pervading truth , as it surely will , judge between us . Either of us would , I doubt not , be equally apprised of his error . Mean- time I shall be ...
... look thus to me , to you otherwise . Let us say our uttermost word , and be the all - pervading truth , as it surely will , judge between us . Either of us would , I doubt not , be equally apprised of his error . Mean- time I shall be ...
Page 76
... the locomotive , the electric tele- graph , and the daguerreotype . They are , too , exercising as deep an influence , slowly but surely winning men to look + rightly at things , and with their own eyes . 76 EMERSON . RALPH WALDO.
... the locomotive , the electric tele- graph , and the daguerreotype . They are , too , exercising as deep an influence , slowly but surely winning men to look + rightly at things , and with their own eyes . 76 EMERSON . RALPH WALDO.
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... , So fair , so calm , so softly sealed , The first , last look by death revealed . " Although these vices of style pervade to a great extent the poems of Mr. Willis , there are many occasions 84 NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS .
... , So fair , so calm , so softly sealed , The first , last look by death revealed . " Although these vices of style pervade to a great extent the poems of Mr. Willis , there are many occasions 84 NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS .
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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.