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... Leaving this spot we went to a clump of trees not far off , and found ourselves at a very nice little Chapel . There are some few cottages near , and these in conjunction with the usual Gloucestershire Manor House , constitute Postlip ...
... Leaving this spot we went to a clump of trees not far off , and found ourselves at a very nice little Chapel . There are some few cottages near , and these in conjunction with the usual Gloucestershire Manor House , constitute Postlip ...
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... leave of our band , ' tis the law , and so do as thou wilt . " Certainly it is an evil to be robbed ; but the Norseman , we see , had learned the great lesson , that there is an alternative between a man's purse and his life , and that ...
... leave of our band , ' tis the law , and so do as thou wilt . " Certainly it is an evil to be robbed ; but the Norseman , we see , had learned the great lesson , that there is an alternative between a man's purse and his life , and that ...
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... Leaving Books . ' The follow- ing is rather an appalling fact ; ' Some , no doubt very popular , boys have been known ... leave Cheltenham and go to Rugby now , we fancy we should not altogether enjoy the distinction of a 14 Occasional ...
... Leaving Books . ' The follow- ing is rather an appalling fact ; ' Some , no doubt very popular , boys have been known ... leave Cheltenham and go to Rugby now , we fancy we should not altogether enjoy the distinction of a 14 Occasional ...
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... the end of the first act of the farce to leave , and doubtless they did well for them- selves — considering that afterwards , it was only possible to advance outwards at the rate of a foot per minute - 18 The Theatricals .
... the end of the first act of the farce to leave , and doubtless they did well for them- selves — considering that afterwards , it was only possible to advance outwards at the rate of a foot per minute - 18 The Theatricals .
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... leave for this , books which may be read with both amusement and profit , than to compel us to seek recreation and change in sensational novels . The fact that there are many who act upon the principle that recreation consists in ...
... leave for this , books which may be read with both amusement and profit , than to compel us to seek recreation and change in sensational novels . The fact that there are many who act upon the principle that recreation consists in ...
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Página 192 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Página 192 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Página 192 - O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding. For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning/ Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ; It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead.
Página 215 - He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure...
Página 63 - The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly ? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky : Give her the wages of going on, and not to die.
Página 63 - My father held his hand upon his face ; I, blinded with my tears, " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die. " The high masts flicker'd as they lay afloat ; The crowds, the temples, waver'd, and the shore ; The bright death quiver'd at the victim's throat ; Touch'd; and I knew no more.
Página 220 - The greatest poet has less a marked style and is more the channel of thoughts and things without increase or diminution and is the free channel of himself. He swears to his art — I will not be meddlesome, I will not have in my writing any elegance, or effect, or originality, to hang in the way between me and the rest like curtains. I will have nothing hang in the way, not the richest curtains.
Página 191 - Who are you elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-gray'd hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes? Who are you my dear comrade? Then to the second I step— and who are you my child and darling? Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming? Then to the third— a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man I think I know you— I think this face is the face of the Christ himself, Dead and divine and brother of all, and here again he lies.
Página 220 - I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough, None has ever yet adored or worship'd half enough, None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the future is. I say that the real and permanent grandeur...
Página 219 - This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God...