The Advanced ReaderT. Nelson and Sons, 1866 - 400 Seiten |
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... thought , and all the boundless regions of conception , as an asylum against the cruelty , the injustice , and the pain that may be your lot in the outer world - that which will make your motives habitually great and honourable , and ...
... thought , and all the boundless regions of conception , as an asylum against the cruelty , the injustice , and the pain that may be your lot in the outer world - that which will make your motives habitually great and honourable , and ...
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... thought it might be so indeed . Thus , coming to the grave in little knots , and glancing down , and giving place to ... thoughts teem with assurances of immor- tality , and worldly hopes and fears are humbled in the dust before them ...
... thought it might be so indeed . Thus , coming to the grave in little knots , and glancing down , and giving place to ... thoughts teem with assurances of immor- tality , and worldly hopes and fears are humbled in the dust before them ...
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... thought itself . Labour seizes the thoughts of genius , the discoveries of science , the admonitions of piety , and , with its magic types impressing the vacant page , renders it pregnant with life and power , perpetuating truth to ...
... thought itself . Labour seizes the thoughts of genius , the discoveries of science , the admonitions of piety , and , with its magic types impressing the vacant page , renders it pregnant with life and power , perpetuating truth to ...
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... thoughts . I have sorely wept for thee - ay , William , when there was none near me ! —even as David wept for Absalom - for thee , my son ! my son ! " A long deep groan was the only reply ; but the whole body of the kneeling man was ...
... thoughts . I have sorely wept for thee - ay , William , when there was none near me ! —even as David wept for Absalom - for thee , my son ! my son ! " A long deep groan was the only reply ; but the whole body of the kneeling man was ...
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... thought I heard a sigh there was then a long , deep silence ; and the father , the mother , and the child rose from their knees . The eyes of us all were turned towards the white placid face of the figure now stretched in everlasting ...
... thought I heard a sigh there was then a long , deep silence ; and the father , the mother , and the child rose from their knees . The eyes of us all were turned towards the white placid face of the figure now stretched in everlasting ...
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Seite 47 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Seite 328 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Seite 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Seite 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Seite 121 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Seite 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Seite 240 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Seite 95 - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
Seite 121 - Nature's soft nurse, how have I flighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Seite 399 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.