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... Charney was breathing the fresh air in the little court of the fortress , his head declining , his eyes downcast , his arms crossed behind him , pacing with slow and measured steps . Spring was breaking . A milder air breathing around ...
... Charney was breathing the fresh air in the little court of the fortress , his head declining , his eyes downcast , his arms crossed behind him , pacing with slow and measured steps . Spring was breaking . A milder air breathing around ...
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... Charney begins to pity his own folly 15 which could mistake the insignificant labors of some wandering mole or field - mouse for the result of human fidelity . Resolved , however , to bring the matter to the test , Charney , bending ...
... Charney begins to pity his own folly 15 which could mistake the insignificant labors of some wandering mole or field - mouse for the result of human fidelity . Resolved , however , to bring the matter to the test , Charney , bending ...
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... Charney was on the point of setting his foot on it , but drew back in time . Amused to find himself interested in the preservation of a weed , he paused to take note of its progress . The plant was strangely grown , and the free light ...
... Charney was on the point of setting his foot on it , but drew back in time . Amused to find himself interested in the preservation of a weed , he paused to take note of its progress . The plant was strangely grown , and the free light ...
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... Charney was struck by the power in plants to absorb rays of light , and , strengthened by the nour- ishment , to borrow , as it were , from the prism , the very 5 colors destined to distinguish its various parts . " The leaves ...
... Charney was struck by the power in plants to absorb rays of light , and , strengthened by the nour- ishment , to borrow , as it were , from the prism , the very 5 colors destined to distinguish its various parts . " The leaves ...
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... Charney with a bitter smile ; " and how will these slender and flex- ible shoots resist the cutting hail , the driving wind ? " But when the stormy rain arose and the winds blew , the slender plant , yielding to their force , replied to ...
... Charney with a bitter smile ; " and how will these slender and flex- ible shoots resist the cutting hail , the driving wind ? " But when the stormy rain arose and the winds blew , the slender plant , yielding to their force , replied to ...
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Page 390 - FEAR OF DEATH. COWARDS die many times before their death; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. "Julius Ccesar.
Page 390 - REPUTATION. GOOD name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my
Page 178 - PART I. ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road runs by To many-towered Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott.
Page 374 - O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. WILLIAM
Page 390 - FROM SHAKESPEARE. ADVERSITY. SWEET are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head: And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. "As You Like It.
Page 306 - but he had not quite presence of mind for that; he colored crimson and staggered on: — " For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, 25 Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Bespite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch,
Page 373 - 15 The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the poet's dream." Without stirring from our firesides we may roam to the most remote regions of the earth, or soar into realms where Spenser's shapes of unearthly beauty
Page 41 - I. THE ship was cheered, the harbor cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. -»8
Page 280 - light, and blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment dear to every true American heart —" Liberty AND Union — now and forever — one
Page 383 - read the writing. [Beads] All that glisters is not gold,— Often have you heard that told : Many a man his life hath sold, But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms infold. Had you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been inscroll'd