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... born . " - " Sirrah , " replied the spider , " if it were not for breaking an old custom in our family , never to stir abroad against an enemy , I should come and teach you better manners . " — " I pray have patience , " said the bee ...
... born . " - " Sirrah , " replied the spider , " if it were not for breaking an old custom in our family , never to stir abroad against an enemy , I should come and teach you better manners . " — " I pray have patience , " said the bee ...
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... born to no possession of your own , but a pair of wings and a drone - pipe ? Your livelihood is a universal plunder upon nature ; a freebooter over fields and gardens ; and , for the sake of stealing , you will rob a nettle as easily as ...
... born to no possession of your own , but a pair of wings and a drone - pipe ? Your livelihood is a universal plunder upon nature ; a freebooter over fields and gardens ; and , for the sake of stealing , you will rob a nettle as easily as ...
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... born under the planet Jupiter or Jove , which was the joyfullest star , and of happiest augury of all . A gloomy , severe person is said to be " saturnine , " born , that is , under the planet Saturn , who makes those that own his ...
... born under the planet Jupiter or Jove , which was the joyfullest star , and of happiest augury of all . A gloomy , severe person is said to be " saturnine , " born , that is , under the planet Saturn , who makes those that own his ...
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... born to no inheritance but slavery : but finding , however affecting the picture was , that I could not bring it near me , and that the multitude of sad groups in it did but distract me , I took a single captive , and having first shut ...
... born to no inheritance but slavery : but finding , however affecting the picture was , that I could not bring it near me , and that the multitude of sad groups in it did but distract me , I took a single captive , and having first shut ...
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... born on the same day , and now blooming on the verge of youth . A year ago , and they were but mere children ; but what wondrous growth of frame and spirit does nature at that season of life often present before our eyes ! So that we ...
... born on the same day , and now blooming on the verge of youth . A year ago , and they were but mere children ; but what wondrous growth of frame and spirit does nature at that season of life often present before our eyes ! So that we ...
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Page 68 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 130 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Page 126 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 117 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 51 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 55 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 120 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Page 81 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank; But friends and foes, in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear. All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Page 58 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass ; methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer....
Page 51 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...