Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - Всего страниц: 358 |
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... meet and introduce me , with a cheerful complacency of countenance , which , to my no- tions of phisiognomy , appeared truly expressive of the Christian Philosopher . Encouraged by his openness and affability , I frankly declared to him ...
... meet and introduce me , with a cheerful complacency of countenance , which , to my no- tions of phisiognomy , appeared truly expressive of the Christian Philosopher . Encouraged by his openness and affability , I frankly declared to him ...
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... meet the storm alone :. Markets were dull , and harvest months were wet , And so poor farmer Thompson died in debt . Then , though her children bloom'd in manly pride , Consumption came , and one by one , they died All - all were gone ...
... meet the storm alone :. Markets were dull , and harvest months were wet , And so poor farmer Thompson died in debt . Then , though her children bloom'd in manly pride , Consumption came , and one by one , they died All - all were gone ...
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... meet ; Whence , those who dodged him to his loved retreat , Would call him whimsical , and laugh , -and through The village tell more of him than they knew ; For it was said - though not to college bred- He had a world of learning in ...
... meet ; Whence , those who dodged him to his loved retreat , Would call him whimsical , and laugh , -and through The village tell more of him than they knew ; For it was said - though not to college bred- He had a world of learning in ...
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... meet , Shall shed its earliest tear o'er thee . 222 THE MISSISSIPPI SCHEME . THE projector of this celebrated scheme was one John Law , the son of a goldsmith in Edinburgh , where he was born about the year 1681. Having a natural turn ...
... meet , Shall shed its earliest tear o'er thee . 222 THE MISSISSIPPI SCHEME . THE projector of this celebrated scheme was one John Law , the son of a goldsmith in Edinburgh , where he was born about the year 1681. Having a natural turn ...
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... meet in the middle , owing to the curve formed by the pass preventing a view across from either side ; and when this is the case , one is obliged to lie down , while the other crawls over his body . One day , shortly after the incident ...
... meet in the middle , owing to the curve formed by the pass preventing a view across from either side ; and when this is the case , one is obliged to lie down , while the other crawls over his body . One day , shortly after the incident ...
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Стр. 160 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
Стр. 345 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Стр. 159 - 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.
Стр. 159 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Стр. 159 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Стр. 194 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep . These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Стр. 159 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Стр. 76 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed!
Стр. 177 - Me wrangling courts, and stubborn law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw: There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and avarice throng the way; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare; Loose Revelry, and Riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold ; Or, where in silence all is drowned, Fell Murder walks his lonely round ; No room for peace, no room for you, Adieu, celestial Nymph, adieu!
Стр. 76 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...