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... for , then , you dog ? ' he cries : ' Made ? quoth the fellow , with a smile- ' to sell . ' " * See the casural pause illustrated , near the close of Lesson VIII . g . " And , with the black and heavy 22 LIPPINCOTT'S POPULAR SERIES .
... for , then , you dog ? ' he cries : ' Made ? quoth the fellow , with a smile- ' to sell . ' " * See the casural pause illustrated , near the close of Lesson VIII . g . " And , with the black and heavy 22 LIPPINCOTT'S POPULAR SERIES .
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... dying hand but lodge a sword- In Cæsar's bosom ' , and revenge ' my country ' , I could enjoy the pangs ' of death ' , and smile- In agony` ! " DIVISION II . - Short Quantity . Short quantity , 80 LIPPINCOTT'S POPULAR SERIES .
... dying hand but lodge a sword- In Cæsar's bosom ' , and revenge ' my country ' , I could enjoy the pangs ' of death ' , and smile- In agony` ! " DIVISION II . - Short Quantity . Short quantity , 80 LIPPINCOTT'S POPULAR SERIES .
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... smile and tear . " 5. " The giant , man , long crushed by usurpers of divine right , is flinging off the Etna from his mangled breast . " His limbs are not yet drawn from under the quaking and groan- ing , fire - spouting mass . " - Dr ...
... smile and tear . " 5. " The giant , man , long crushed by usurpers of divine right , is flinging off the Etna from his mangled breast . " His limbs are not yet drawn from under the quaking and groan- ing , fire - spouting mass . " - Dr ...
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... smiles with plenty ; —and when , in speak- ing of the sun as a monarch , we say , " He looks in bound- less majesty abroad . " The Psalmist uses this figure when , speaking of God's miracles in the deliverance of Israel , he says ...
... smiles with plenty ; —and when , in speak- ing of the sun as a monarch , we say , " He looks in bound- less majesty abroad . " The Psalmist uses this figure when , speaking of God's miracles in the deliverance of Israel , he says ...
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... smiling morn With thy bright circlet , praise him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course ...
... smiling morn With thy bright circlet , praise him in thy sphere , While day arises , that sweet hour of prime . Thou sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course ...
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Page 225 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak, unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction...
Page 343 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, 'and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Page 60 - Of old hast THOU laid the foundation of the earth : And the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but THOU shalt endure : Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment ; As a vesture shalt THOU change them, and they shall be changed : But THOU art the same, And thy years shall have no end.
Page 477 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
Page 105 - The dint of pity: these are gracious drops! Kind souls ! What! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? — look you here ! Here is himself, — marred, as you see. with traitors ! —• Good friends ! sweet friends ! let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny!
Page 307 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious union ; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
Page 338 - To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Page 353 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Page 500 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Page 40 - There are also celestial bodies, and bodies terrestrial; but the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another. There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for one star differeth from another star in glory.