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... Boar and the Two Lions 135 The Three Fish 138 Murad the Unlucky 141 The Choice of Hercules 143 The Vanity of Riches 146 The Spider 149 . Scenes in India 151 Advice to Young Men The Chamois , and Chamois Hunting Valour A Boar Hunt The ...
... Boar and the Two Lions 135 The Three Fish 138 Murad the Unlucky 141 The Choice of Hercules 143 The Vanity of Riches 146 The Spider 149 . Scenes in India 151 Advice to Young Men The Chamois , and Chamois Hunting Valour A Boar Hunt The ...
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... boar's and lion's blood . Great souls with grievous pity melt , Which coward tyrants never felt . How harmless is our fleecy care ! Be brave and let thy mercy spare . " 66 Friend , " says the wolf , " the matter weigh ; Nature designed ...
... boar's and lion's blood . Great souls with grievous pity melt , Which coward tyrants never felt . How harmless is our fleecy care ! Be brave and let thy mercy spare . " 66 Friend , " says the wolf , " the matter weigh ; Nature designed ...
Page 135
... BOAR AND THE TWO LIONS . One moonlight night I had taken my position on a high rock which overhung a fountain and a small marsh , a favourable spot with our hunters to watch for boars , who resorted thither to drink and root . The moon ...
... BOAR AND THE TWO LIONS . One moonlight night I had taken my position on a high rock which overhung a fountain and a small marsh , a favourable spot with our hunters to watch for boars , who resorted thither to drink and root . The moon ...
Page 137
... boar again raised his snout , and half turned his side towards the lion , and I fancied I could see his eye watching the enemy . Another moment , and the lion made a spring , and was received by the boar , who reared up on his hind legs ...
... boar again raised his snout , and half turned his side towards the lion , and I fancied I could see his eye watching the enemy . Another moment , and the lion made a spring , and was received by the boar , who reared up on his hind legs ...
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... boar stamped his hoofs , and gnashed his tusks again with rage ; his bristles , red with the blood of her mate ... boar . I seized my gun and aimed at her head ; that was her last moment . The morning dawned . I descended from the rock ...
... boar stamped his hoofs , and gnashed his tusks again with rage ; his bristles , red with the blood of her mate ... boar . I seized my gun and aimed at her head ; that was her last moment . The morning dawned . I descended from the rock ...
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Page 182 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 30 - But the nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased.
Page 181 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 168 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 168 - THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corpse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot, O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 145 - As for me, I am the friend of the gods and of good men, an agreeable companion to the artizan, an household guardian to the fathers of families, a patron and protector of servants, an associate in all true and generous friendships. The banquets of my votaries are never costly, but always delicious ; for none eat or drink at them who are not invited by hunger and thirst. Their slumbers are sound, and their wakings cheerful. My young men have the pleasure of hearing themselves praised by those who...
Page 168 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we wound him ; But he lay, like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 113 - ... nations. The Russian gunners, when the storm of cavalry passed, returned to their guns. They saw their own cavalry mingled with the troopers who had just ridden over them, and, to the eternal disgrace of the Russian name, the miscreants poured a murderous volley of grape and canister on the mass of struggling men and horses, mingling friend and foe in one common ruin ! It...
Page 23 - I saw you last ; by no means, replied the sculptor, I have retouched this part, and polished that; I have softened this feature, and brought out this muscle ; I have given more expression to this lip and more energy to this limb : Well, well, said his friend, but all these are trifles ; it may be so, replied Angelo, but recollect that trifles make perfection, and that perfection is no trifle.
Page 150 - I had now a mind to try how many cobwebs a single spider could furnish, wherefore I destroyed this, and the insect set about another. When I destroyed the other also, its whole stock seemed entirely exhausted, and it could spin no more. The arts it made use of to support itself, now deprived of its great means of subsistence, were indeed surprising. I have seen it roll up its legs like a ball, and lie motionless for hours together, but cautiously watching all the time ; when a fly happened to approach...