January and JuneOakley and Mason, 1868 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... perhaps I should bid adieu to the Dews without noting that they have sparkled for decades of centuries , and every body , from the bards of a thousand years to the last scribbler for a scrap - book , has likened them to every thing ...
... perhaps I should bid adieu to the Dews without noting that they have sparkled for decades of centuries , and every body , from the bards of a thousand years to the last scribbler for a scrap - book , has likened them to every thing ...
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... way through the night ; signalling , it may be , the " Allied Powers , " in some tremendous war that " John S. C Abbott " never heard of ; seeking , perhaps , its mate 6 There's a black bug , homely as sin . " " 47 OUR DEFENCES .
... way through the night ; signalling , it may be , the " Allied Powers , " in some tremendous war that " John S. C Abbott " never heard of ; seeking , perhaps , its mate 6 There's a black bug , homely as sin . " " 47 OUR DEFENCES .
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... perhaps another , Sailing o'er Life's solemn main , A forlorn and ship - wreck'd brother , Seeing , may take heart again . " An OAK felled , the other day , in " the heavy tim- ber , " close by , had been making History these three ...
... perhaps another , Sailing o'er Life's solemn main , A forlorn and ship - wreck'd brother , Seeing , may take heart again . " An OAK felled , the other day , in " the heavy tim- ber , " close by , had been making History these three ...
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... perhaps . Every verb has a root , and verbs are the great staple in epic poetry , for the action— that's the Verb " the play's the thing : " so the Iliad is as full of roots as a potato patch . It will not seem so very strange then ...
... perhaps . Every verb has a root , and verbs are the great staple in epic poetry , for the action— that's the Verb " the play's the thing : " so the Iliad is as full of roots as a potato patch . It will not seem so very strange then ...
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... perhaps you have - has found name and fame since then , and it never quickened a pulse ! How the chip hat was doffed , preparatory to " the removal of the deposites , " and the eggs transferred thereto ; and no Roman , returning from ...
... perhaps you have - has found name and fame since then , and it never quickened a pulse ! How the chip hat was doffed , preparatory to " the removal of the deposites , " and the eggs transferred thereto ; and no Roman , returning from ...
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January and June: Being Out-door Thinkings and Fire-side Musings Benjamin Franklin Taylor Полный просмотр - 1854 |
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Стр. 53 - 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.
Стр. 42 - But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an
Стр. 84 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Стр. 180 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living present! Heart within, and GOD o'erhead!
Стр. 174 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Стр. 163 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : Oh that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!