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... arms in distant lands ; some mingling in the busy intrigues of courts and cabinets ; all seeking to deserve one more distinction in this mansion of shadowy honours the melancholy reward of a monument . 6. Two small aisles on each side ...
... arms in distant lands ; some mingling in the busy intrigues of courts and cabinets ; all seeking to deserve one more distinction in this mansion of shadowy honours the melancholy reward of a monument . 6. Two small aisles on each side ...
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... arms are really benumbed . * I have been pressing my elbows on the arms of my chair , and dreaming that I was standing on the bridge in front of Dorlcote Mill , and seeing it as it looked one February afternoon many years ago . withes ...
... arms are really benumbed . * I have been pressing my elbows on the arms of my chair , and dreaming that I was standing on the bridge in front of Dorlcote Mill , and seeing it as it looked one February afternoon many years ago . withes ...
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London readers. in them and folded , O my dearest sister , in my arms ! " " I will go with you down the glen , Ronald ! " and she left his breast ; but , weak as a day - old lamb , tottered and sank down on the snow . 19. The cold ...
London readers. in them and folded , O my dearest sister , in my arms ! " " I will go with you down the glen , Ronald ! " and she left his breast ; but , weak as a day - old lamb , tottered and sank down on the snow . 19. The cold ...
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... arms , and walked away up the glen , here almost narrowed into a pass . Distraction * gave him supernatural strength and her weight seemed that of - a child . Some walls of what had once 36 NEW LONDON READERS . 99 XVII.
... arms , and walked away up the glen , here almost narrowed into a pass . Distraction * gave him supernatural strength and her weight seemed that of - a child . Some walls of what had once 36 NEW LONDON READERS . 99 XVII.
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... arms . All colour , all motion , all breath seemed to be gone ; and yet something con- vinced his heart that she was yet alive . The ruined hut was roofless , but across an angle of the walls some pine - branches had been flung , as a ...
... arms . All colour , all motion , all breath seemed to be gone ; and yet something con- vinced his heart that she was yet alive . The ruined hut was roofless , but across an angle of the walls some pine - branches had been flung , as a ...
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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...