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“ To be sure I did . Would you be- more than friends . My visit here is lieve it , that aged saint is a great nov- principally on her account . " el - reader . So he tells me . What is “ You must give the rest of us a more , he brings ...
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... felt sure that the game was in his sciousness that she inherited the beauty hands if he played it with only common belonging to her blood , and which , after prudence . There was no need of hursleeping for a generation or two as if ...
... felt sure that the game was in his sciousness that she inherited the beauty hands if he played it with only common belonging to her blood , and which , after prudence . There was no need of hursleeping for a generation or two as if ...
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... until he was sure it sitting for his photograph . would be worth his while . He felt , in a vague way , that he and They entered the little parlor at the Susan were being patronized , which is Parsonage looking so beaming , that Ol- ...
... until he was sure it sitting for his photograph . would be worth his while . He felt , in a vague way , that he and They entered the little parlor at the Susan were being patronized , which is Parsonage looking so beaming , that Ol- ...
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I am not sure now whether 1. There is . Show it to me . ” the sacristan said she was dashed to " It is lost , signor . ” death on the stones , or cut to pieces “ I think not . It is here in this pock- with knives ; but whatever the form ...
I am not sure now whether 1. There is . Show it to me . ” the sacristan said she was dashed to " It is lost , signor . ” death on the stones , or cut to pieces “ I think not . It is here in this pock- with knives ; but whatever the form ...
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I know that , Palazzo della Ragione , I should hear if I entered it , I should be sure of findthe baskets of amber - hued and hon- ing the great hall of the palace - the eyed grapes humming with the murmur vastest hall in the world ...
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˹éÒ 252 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
˹éÒ 425 - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
˹éÒ 109 - Yes, trust them not; for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that, with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you, and being an absolute Johannes factotum is, in his own conceit, the only Shake-scene in a country.
˹éÒ 215 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day ; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
˹éÒ 253 - Leave me ! There's something come into my thought, That must and shall be sung high and aloof \ Safe from the wolf's black jaw, and the dull ass's hoof.
˹éÒ 30 - ... clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes ; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
˹éÒ 109 - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other.
˹éÒ 216 - Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done, In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won . Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue, Under the garlands, the Gray.
˹éÒ 215 - From the silence of sorrowful hours The desolate mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers Alike for the friend and the foe ; — Under the sod and the clew, Waiting the judgment day ; — Under the roses, the Blue ; Under the lilies, the Gray.
˹éÒ 164 - Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.