The CheltonianNorman and Sons, 1868 |
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... course , the hotter the sun the better pleased were we , and walking at as good a pace as we could well keep up along a dusty white road would not be a subject for letters patent as a new refrigerator . We took that road which now leads ...
... course , the hotter the sun the better pleased were we , and walking at as good a pace as we could well keep up along a dusty white road would not be a subject for letters patent as a new refrigerator . We took that road which now leads ...
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... course , now only used as a place for horse exercise , but people can re- member when it was still in vogue . We sat down on one of these huge walls to dine " al fresco , " and also to enjoy the scene below as dessert , when the heavier ...
... course , now only used as a place for horse exercise , but people can re- member when it was still in vogue . We sat down on one of these huge walls to dine " al fresco , " and also to enjoy the scene below as dessert , when the heavier ...
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... course , as soon as he discovered how he had been befooled , pursued the false pedlar to cut his throat , but being thwarted in this amiable intention , found himself reduced to the alternative of fighting a duel with the redoubtable ...
... course , as soon as he discovered how he had been befooled , pursued the false pedlar to cut his throat , but being thwarted in this amiable intention , found himself reduced to the alternative of fighting a duel with the redoubtable ...
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... course to be found in that select band of his pupils who gained high honours at the two Universities , but there are hundreds of men scattered over the world , who will carry with them to their graves the indelible mark of his hand , so ...
... course to be found in that select band of his pupils who gained high honours at the two Universities , but there are hundreds of men scattered over the world , who will carry with them to their graves the indelible mark of his hand , so ...
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... course we cannot promise to insert everything sent , but authors may be sure that we shall not be eager to reject , and we would merely give them one hint , namely , that if they will not write articles , at least they can write letters ...
... course we cannot promise to insert everything sent , but authors may be sure that we shall not be eager to reject , and we would merely give them one hint , namely , that if they will not write articles , at least they can write letters ...
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Page 192 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Page 192 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Page 192 - O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding. For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning/ Here Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ; It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 215 - He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure...
Page 63 - The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly ? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky : Give her the wages of going on, and not to die.
Page 63 - My father held his hand upon his face ; I, blinded with my tears, " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die. " The high masts flicker'd as they lay afloat ; The crowds, the temples, waver'd, and the shore ; The bright death quiver'd at the victim's throat ; Touch'd; and I knew no more.
Page 220 - The greatest poet has less a marked style and is more the channel of thoughts and things without increase or diminution and is the free channel of himself. He swears to his art — I will not be meddlesome, I will not have in my writing any elegance, or effect, or originality, to hang in the way between me and the rest like curtains. I will have nothing hang in the way, not the richest curtains.
Page 191 - Who are you elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-gray'd hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes? Who are you my dear comrade? Then to the second I step— and who are you my child and darling? Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming? Then to the third— a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory; Young man I think I know you— I think this face is the face of the Christ himself, Dead and divine and brother of all, and here again he lies.
Page 220 - I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough, None has ever yet adored or worship'd half enough, None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the future is. I say that the real and permanent grandeur...
Page 219 - This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God...