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... Better thy glance , though raging bright , Than absence ' dull funereal night : The one is life of painful breath , The other , gloomy , chilly death ; And like the soul , the heart will cling To life , however sharp its sting . All ...
... Better thy glance , though raging bright , Than absence ' dull funereal night : The one is life of painful breath , The other , gloomy , chilly death ; And like the soul , the heart will cling To life , however sharp its sting . All ...
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... better , ' replied the landlord . Here the gentleman gave evident signs of strangulation , upon which the lady exclaimed , Do n't , my dear , get excited ; do n't , I beg of you , for my sake ; do be composed ; I would rather eat addled ...
... better , ' replied the landlord . Here the gentleman gave evident signs of strangulation , upon which the lady exclaimed , Do n't , my dear , get excited ; do n't , I beg of you , for my sake ; do be composed ; I would rather eat addled ...
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... better days , thou Favorite of Nature ! I never thought that any idea con- nected with a pot of chowder ; or as thou wert wont to explain the etymology of this uncouth word , a chaudière ; styling it the best of those ragoûts à la ...
... better days , thou Favorite of Nature ! I never thought that any idea con- nected with a pot of chowder ; or as thou wert wont to explain the etymology of this uncouth word , a chaudière ; styling it the best of those ragoûts à la ...
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... better qualities of human nature . There is even very little jostling , and the police is an inadequate force , reaching , perhaps , every five - hundredth man . The rest take care of themselves and of one another . VIII . THE solitude ...
... better qualities of human nature . There is even very little jostling , and the police is an inadequate force , reaching , perhaps , every five - hundredth man . The rest take care of themselves and of one another . VIII . THE solitude ...
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... better mismanage the republic ; wondering what IRVING will delight us with in the next KNICKERBOCKER , and whether the Great Western will not soon arrive , bringing us Boz , and Hook , and Blackwood , and 40x10g May ; in deep meditation ...
... better mismanage the republic ; wondering what IRVING will delight us with in the next KNICKERBOCKER , and whether the Great Western will not soon arrive , bringing us Boz , and Hook , and Blackwood , and 40x10g May ; in deep meditation ...
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Page 419 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 443 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 335 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 444 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Page 419 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Page 444 - Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
Page 443 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Page 419 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Page 333 - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.