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... tell you something new . It is vulgar to laugh at a man , when you should weep with him . There is a vulgarity of soul as well as of manners . The highest instance of vulgarity is unmitigated contempt . Lying is extreme vulgarity ...
... tell you something new . It is vulgar to laugh at a man , when you should weep with him . There is a vulgarity of soul as well as of manners . The highest instance of vulgarity is unmitigated contempt . Lying is extreme vulgarity ...
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... tell you of their unhappy loves ? Here they wandered through the grove , with ' knit hands , ' and slept linked in each others ' arms at night . Here he fell in the conflict ; and here by his grave she sat , under the unwholesome stars ...
... tell you of their unhappy loves ? Here they wandered through the grove , with ' knit hands , ' and slept linked in each others ' arms at night . Here he fell in the conflict ; and here by his grave she sat , under the unwholesome stars ...
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... tell you of , Hath wedded been ' t is now some two - score years : His Joan is simple , and but simply skilled ; She roasts his ' tatoes and his cider warms , What time the bitter frost a signal gives For a hot supper . But of this ...
... tell you of , Hath wedded been ' t is now some two - score years : His Joan is simple , and but simply skilled ; She roasts his ' tatoes and his cider warms , What time the bitter frost a signal gives For a hot supper . But of this ...
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... Telling of my true love , And of the balmy fruitfulness of good- With Heaven in smiles above- That hath the frosts and blight of Spring withstood - Thus painting my true love , And naming her , THE BEAUTIFUL OF THOUGHT ! Of sense so far ...
... Telling of my true love , And of the balmy fruitfulness of good- With Heaven in smiles above- That hath the frosts and blight of Spring withstood - Thus painting my true love , And naming her , THE BEAUTIFUL OF THOUGHT ! Of sense so far ...
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... tell us what it is to die , ' there must be some mysterious and peculiar sensation , some awful physical experience , attending it . But we see nothing , we see indi- cations of nothing , and we ought not to presume any thing , of this ...
... tell us what it is to die , ' there must be some mysterious and peculiar sensation , some awful physical experience , attending it . But we see nothing , we see indi- cations of nothing , and we ought not to presume any thing , of this ...
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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.