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Page 67
... rest in silence under the misfortune . We remember in our young days that Lamb was attacked by a very solemn man ( who only wanted the fairy head of Bottom , the weaver , to be the " complete animal " ) , in these words " Mr. Lamb , you ...
... rest in silence under the misfortune . We remember in our young days that Lamb was attacked by a very solemn man ( who only wanted the fairy head of Bottom , the weaver , to be the " complete animal " ) , in these words " Mr. Lamb , you ...
Page 68
... things , which I command ye , and all the rest shall be added unto you . " Every new doctrine , when first preached , sounds like a tran- scendentalism , and it is only when it becomes traditional 68 RALPH WALDO EMERSON .
... things , which I command ye , and all the rest shall be added unto you . " Every new doctrine , when first preached , sounds like a tran- scendentalism , and it is only when it becomes traditional 68 RALPH WALDO EMERSON .
Page 102
... rest , seized the rod and actually waved it close to Sir Edward's face ; throwing his hand out to protect himself , his fingers came in contact with the scaly phenomenon ; —then nerving himself for the deed , he 102 PARKER WILLIS .
... rest , seized the rod and actually waved it close to Sir Edward's face ; throwing his hand out to protect himself , his fingers came in contact with the scaly phenomenon ; —then nerving himself for the deed , he 102 PARKER WILLIS .
Page 117
... rest , yet could not sparkle there . From the wild energy of wanton haste Her cheek was flushing , and her lips apart , And zone , that clung about her gentle waist , Had burst beneath the heaving of her heart . " When critical readers ...
... rest , yet could not sparkle there . From the wild energy of wanton haste Her cheek was flushing , and her lips apart , And zone , that clung about her gentle waist , Had burst beneath the heaving of her heart . " When critical readers ...
Page 154
... rest for ever ! O dull heart , Be of good cheer ! When thou shalt cease to beat , Then shalt thou cease to suffer and complain ! " The following part of this scene , where Victorian and Hypo- lito meet Preciosa , is like reading from ...
... rest for ever ! O dull heart , Be of good cheer ! When thou shalt cease to beat , Then shalt thou cease to suffer and complain ! " The following part of this scene , where Victorian and Hypo- lito meet Preciosa , is like reading from ...
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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.