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... strength , but they creaked ominously under the assaults of this terrible club , which seemed endowed with a sort of appalling ubiquity , striking on every side at once . The strokes of a bullet shaken in a bottle would 20 CHOICE ...
... strength , but they creaked ominously under the assaults of this terrible club , which seemed endowed with a sort of appalling ubiquity , striking on every side at once . The strokes of a bullet shaken in a bottle would 20 CHOICE ...
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... seemed to cry out ; streams of blood twisted in and out of the planks with every pitch of the vessel . The ceiling , damaged in sev- eral places , began to gape . The whole ship was filled with the awful tumult . The captain promptly ...
... seemed to cry out ; streams of blood twisted in and out of the planks with every pitch of the vessel . The ceiling , damaged in sev- eral places , began to gape . The whole ship was filled with the awful tumult . The captain promptly ...
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... seemed impossible to take a single step Each bound of the liberated carronade menaced the destruc- tion of the vessel . A few minutes more and shipwreck would be inevitable . They must perish or put a summary end to that disaster . A ...
... seemed impossible to take a single step Each bound of the liberated carronade menaced the destruc- tion of the vessel . A few minutes more and shipwreck would be inevitable . They must perish or put a summary end to that disaster . A ...
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... seemed to him that she must recognize her master . He had lived a long while with her . How many times he had thrust his hands between her jaws ! It was his tame monster . He began to address it as he might have done his dog . " Come ...
... seemed to him that she must recognize her master . He had lived a long while with her . How many times he had thrust his hands between her jaws ! It was his tame monster . He began to address it as he might have done his dog . " Come ...
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... seemed suddenly to say to itself , " Come , we must make an end , " and it passed . One felt the approach of the crisis . pense , appeared to have or had The cannon , as if in sus- because it seemed to all a sentient being - a furious ...
... seemed suddenly to say to itself , " Come , we must make an end , " and it passed . One felt the approach of the crisis . pense , appeared to have or had The cannon , as if in sus- because it seemed to all a sentient being - a furious ...
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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...