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... OCTOPUS . From " The Toilers of the Sea " · Victor Hugo 29 THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO . From " Les Misérables ' " " Victor Hugo 42 EVANGELINE THE SKELETON IN ARMOR . THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS Henry W. Longfellow 60 66 66 62 66 66 67 THE ...
... OCTOPUS . From " The Toilers of the Sea " · Victor Hugo 29 THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO . From " Les Misérables ' " " Victor Hugo 42 EVANGELINE THE SKELETON IN ARMOR . THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS Henry W. Longfellow 60 66 66 62 66 66 67 THE ...
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... Octopus . The Battle of Waterloo . JONES , SIR WILLIAM . What constitutes a State ? PAGE 279 17 199 KELLOGG , ELIJAH 167 Spartacus to the Gladiators at Capua . KNOX , WILLIAM · 245 Oh , why should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud ...
... Octopus . The Battle of Waterloo . JONES , SIR WILLIAM . What constitutes a State ? PAGE 279 17 199 KELLOGG , ELIJAH 167 Spartacus to the Gladiators at Capua . KNOX , WILLIAM · 245 Oh , why should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud ...
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... OCTOPUS From " The Toilers of the Sea " VICTOR HUGO ST as Gilliatt was making up his mind to resign himself to sea urchins and sea chestnuts , a splash was made at his feet . A huge crab , frightened by his approach , had just dropped ...
... OCTOPUS From " The Toilers of the Sea " VICTOR HUGO ST as Gilliatt was making up his mind to resign himself to sea urchins and sea chestnuts , a splash was made at his feet . A huge crab , frightened by his approach , had just dropped ...
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... point burrowed under his armpit . Gilliatt threw himself backwards , but could hardly move . He was as though nailed to the spot ; with his left hand , which remained free , he took his knife , which THE COMBAT WITH THE OCTOPUS 31.
... point burrowed under his armpit . Gilliatt threw himself backwards , but could hardly move . He was as though nailed to the spot ; with his left hand , which remained free , he took his knife , which THE COMBAT WITH THE OCTOPUS 31.
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... octopus ( devil fish ) . To believe in the octopus , one must have seen it . pared with it , the hydras of old are laughable . Com- At certain moments one is tempted to think that the intan ... octopus has THE COMBAT WITH THE OCTOPUS 33.
... octopus ( devil fish ) . To believe in the octopus , one must have seen it . pared with it , the hydras of old are laughable . Com- At certain moments one is tempted to think that the intan ... octopus has THE COMBAT WITH THE OCTOPUS 33.
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Page 323 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 235 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Page 329 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 326 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 193 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Page 408 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Page 466 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Page 327 - His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 469 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain, blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on : I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths...
Page 248 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...