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... face of their idle paradises ; and , but for this stream of keener life and nobler energy , it would be difficult to imagine a more complete race of lotos - eaters than would Doubtless it is to now cumber the fairest regions of the ...
... face of their idle paradises ; and , but for this stream of keener life and nobler energy , it would be difficult to imagine a more complete race of lotos - eaters than would Doubtless it is to now cumber the fairest regions of the ...
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... face , fold the letter up , and give it to the servant to post , unsealed and undirected . On Mr. Thornton's return once from Newbury to Reading , after an absence of two or three days , having been to the former town to obtain a ...
... face , fold the letter up , and give it to the servant to post , unsealed and undirected . On Mr. Thornton's return once from Newbury to Reading , after an absence of two or three days , having been to the former town to obtain a ...
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... face that I took none with me whatever ; for , if I had , they must have been in the portmanteau , and I never saw them , so don't bother . You'll find them in the morning , when you look over the drawers . Really you are getting very ...
... face that I took none with me whatever ; for , if I had , they must have been in the portmanteau , and I never saw them , so don't bother . You'll find them in the morning , when you look over the drawers . Really you are getting very ...
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... face , and exclaimed , ' Mr. Dickens ! -you don't mean to say " Boz ? " ' Yes , I do , sir , ' replied the landlord . ' What ! the real Boz - the Boz that wrote the Pickwick Papers ? ' The same . He came in the omnibus with you from ...
... face , and exclaimed , ' Mr. Dickens ! -you don't mean to say " Boz ? " ' Yes , I do , sir , ' replied the landlord . ' What ! the real Boz - the Boz that wrote the Pickwick Papers ? ' The same . He came in the omnibus with you from ...
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... face , and passed on . As the landlord and waiter shortly returned , she thought she might as well inquire who it was . ' Lady Essex , ma'am , ' replied the obliging landlord . ' Pooh ! nonsense ! ' said Mrs. Brown , with the air of a ...
... face , and passed on . As the landlord and waiter shortly returned , she thought she might as well inquire who it was . ' Lady Essex , ma'am , ' replied the obliging landlord . ' Pooh ! nonsense ! ' said Mrs. Brown , with the air of a ...
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Página 36 - Pass!' the old man said; ¡Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!' And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!
Página 273 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Página 36 - A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Página 36 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Página 36 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Página 187 - God with all my Heart, with all my Soul, and with all my Strength; and honour the King, and all good Men in Authority under him.
Página 580 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like...
Página 201 - I SAW thee, Netley, as the sun Across the western wave Was sinking slow, And a golden glow To thy roofless towers he gave ; And the ivy sheen, With its mantle of green, That wrapt thy walls around, Shone lovelily bright, In that glorious light, And I felt 'twas holy ground. Then...
Página 78 - ... I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he wears very fine clothes, much finer clothes than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; that he has abundance of money in his pocket, much more money than you or I, gentlemen of the jury ; but, gentlemen of the jury, is it not a very hard case.
Página 580 - But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go. Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded King.