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... reached us ; to wander in the creations of poetry , and grow warm again with that eloquence which swayed the democ- racies of the Old World ; to go up with great reasoners to the First Cause of all , and to perceive , in the midst of ...
... reached us ; to wander in the creations of poetry , and grow warm again with that eloquence which swayed the democ- racies of the Old World ; to go up with great reasoners to the First Cause of all , and to perceive , in the midst of ...
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... reached his conscience , And atoning for his guilt , Like a king , he gave the widow The pavilion he had built . J. D. BURNS . THE Lord will come , the earth shall quake , The hills their fixed seat forsake ; And , withering , from the ...
... reached his conscience , And atoning for his guilt , Like a king , he gave the widow The pavilion he had built . J. D. BURNS . THE Lord will come , the earth shall quake , The hills their fixed seat forsake ; And , withering , from the ...
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... reached them , before we noticed the lowering of the jolly - boat , in which was my late neighbour , Hardy , with a party of sailors ; and before many seconds had elapsed the current of the Straits ( which runs strongly to the east ...
... reached them , before we noticed the lowering of the jolly - boat , in which was my late neighbour , Hardy , with a party of sailors ; and before many seconds had elapsed the current of the Straits ( which runs strongly to the east ...
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... . Midway between the Equator and either Pole it is only 740 miles an hour , or about 12 miles a minute . At the nearest point to the North Pole which man has yet reached , hills , icebergs , plains , and seas , are THE EQUATOR . 75.
... . Midway between the Equator and either Pole it is only 740 miles an hour , or about 12 miles a minute . At the nearest point to the North Pole which man has yet reached , hills , icebergs , plains , and seas , are THE EQUATOR . 75.
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... reaching the Atlantic , the vast flood is fifty miles wide , and in mid - channel the opposite coasts are not visible . It seems more like a fresh - water sea than a river . At its mouth a vehement struggle takes place between the river ...
... reaching the Atlantic , the vast flood is fifty miles wide , and in mid - channel the opposite coasts are not visible . It seems more like a fresh - water sea than a river . At its mouth a vehement struggle takes place between the river ...
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Page 47 - 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 328 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Page 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 121 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Page 240 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 95 - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
Page 121 - Nature's soft nurse, how have I flighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Page 399 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.