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...predicted, would soon acquiesce in its operation*, and know their proper place : as mere, puppets, moved ' At bidding of vast formless Things That shift the scenery to and fro.' The hope and the fear of a life to come would presently cease, and men would be well-pleased to lose...

...breathes fitfully, Now curses, and now cheers. Mimes in the form of magnates high Mutter and murmur low, And hither and thither fly ; Mere puppets they who come and go PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. At bidding of misshapen things, That drive them blindly to and fro,...

...theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble...fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo ! That motley drama !— oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore,...

...theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble...fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo ! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased for evermore,...

...see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. II. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble...fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo ! in. That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot ! With its Phantom chased for evermore,...

...theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble...fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo ! That motley drama !— oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore,...

...continued the subject, but Mr. Harley excused himself, and went to his laboratory. CHAPTEE VIII. " Mimes in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble...formless things That shift the scenery to and fro." EDGAB POE. SIR HARRY resumed his Morning Herald. He had read all the leaders, and was entering on the...

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