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... eyes the way in which the best bred and the best informed men have talked and conducted themselves in their intercourse with each other . There is a gentle but perfectly irresistible coercion in a habit of reading , well directed , over ...
... eyes the way in which the best bred and the best informed men have talked and conducted themselves in their intercourse with each other . There is a gentle but perfectly irresistible coercion in a habit of reading , well directed , over ...
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... eyes on him , and saw the strings of the purse hanging at his bosom . Then his blood changed , and he said , ' Gaston , come hither , I would speak with thee , in thine ear . ' And the child came to him , and the count took him by the ...
... eyes on him , and saw the strings of the purse hanging at his bosom . Then his blood changed , and he said , ' Gaston , come hither , I would speak with thee , in thine ear . ' And the child came to him , and the count took him by the ...
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Half hours Charles Knight. And could wake ever with a brooding eye To gaze upon't ! it did endure the touch ; I saw and ... eyes had made Discovery of the caskets , and they open'd , Each sparkling diamond , from itself , shot forth A ...
Half hours Charles Knight. And could wake ever with a brooding eye To gaze upon't ! it did endure the touch ; I saw and ... eyes had made Discovery of the caskets , and they open'd , Each sparkling diamond , from itself , shot forth A ...
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... eyes upon her ; and this usher Succeeded in the eldest prentice ' place , To walk before you- L. Frugal . Pray you , end . Holdfast ( Sir John Frugal's steward ) . Proceed , sir ; I could fast almost a prenticeship to hear you , You ...
... eyes upon her ; and this usher Succeeded in the eldest prentice ' place , To walk before you- L. Frugal . Pray you , end . Holdfast ( Sir John Frugal's steward ) . Proceed , sir ; I could fast almost a prenticeship to hear you , You ...
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... eyes . January grey is here . Like a sexton by her grave ; February bears the bier , March with grief doth howl and rave , And April weeps - but , O ye hours ! Follow with May's fairest flowers . SHELLEY . Down with rosemary and bays ...
... eyes . January grey is here . Like a sexton by her grave ; February bears the bier , March with grief doth howl and rave , And April weeps - but , O ye hours ! Follow with May's fairest flowers . SHELLEY . Down with rosemary and bays ...
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Page 160 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 160 - Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning « Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Page 137 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 5 - Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud — Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Page 157 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Page 13 - At his first settling with me, I made him a present of all the good sermons which have been printed in English, and only begged of him that every Sunday he would pronounce one of them in the pulpit. Accordingly he has digested them into such a series, that they follow one another naturally, and make a continued system of practical divinity.
Page 91 - I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by 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 12 - He is now in his fifty-sixth year, cheerful, gay, and hearty; keeps a good house both in town and country; a great lover of mankind; but there is such a mirthful cast in his behaviour, that he is rather beloved than esteemed. His tenants grow rich, his servants look satisfied, all the young women profess love to him, and the young men are glad of his company.
Page 157 - Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge ! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath, But hear no murmuring : it flows silently, O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim, Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth, and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. And hark! the Nightingale begins its song, " Most musical, most melancholy " bird ! * A melancholy bird ! Oh...
Page 193 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.