Things in General, 2 tomasW. Kent & Company, 1878 |
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... sure onwards . After all , it is better to be omnivorous , even if one fails to digest everything , than to take no food at all . Mrs. Morse was not of much help to Ada in her struggles . She , good easy lady , cared for little , if ...
... sure onwards . After all , it is better to be omnivorous , even if one fails to digest everything , than to take no food at all . Mrs. Morse was not of much help to Ada in her struggles . She , good easy lady , cared for little , if ...
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... sure the the ? Agan ber sister gave her the name . “ Tes . . tha : poor mat in . Is there poetry in the drawing of him & Always seeking for the Father- God . Wherever he wanders . Se goes out into the wild woods at night , and or the ...
... sure the the ? Agan ber sister gave her the name . “ Tes . . tha : poor mat in . Is there poetry in the drawing of him & Always seeking for the Father- God . Wherever he wanders . Se goes out into the wild woods at night , and or the ...
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... sure ! Ha ! ha ! ha ! " If it were possible for any one to be annihilated by frowns , Lovit would , there and then , have terminated his existence ; so fearful were the looks of his five com- panions . Following the example of G ...
... sure ! Ha ! ha ! ha ! " If it were possible for any one to be annihilated by frowns , Lovit would , there and then , have terminated his existence ; so fearful were the looks of his five com- panions . Following the example of G ...
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... sure that she had made that most neces- sary speech in the most judicious way . She began almost to question if , after all , the speech was absolutely necessary . Had Robert Macnamara been one of Sir James Macintyre's dunder - headed ...
... sure that she had made that most neces- sary speech in the most judicious way . She began almost to question if , after all , the speech was absolutely necessary . Had Robert Macnamara been one of Sir James Macintyre's dunder - headed ...
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... into a railway carriage where I am seated , and do , what he is sure to do , namely , push his hat from off his brow and look round successively at each passenger with a " hail - fellow - well - NOTES IN GENERAL . 115.
... into a railway carriage where I am seated , and do , what he is sure to do , namely , push his hat from off his brow and look round successively at each passenger with a " hail - fellow - well - NOTES IN GENERAL . 115.
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21 psl. - He is made one with nature; there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird: He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
224 psl. - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
21 psl. - Spirit of Nature ! here, In this interminable wilderness Of worlds at whose immensity Even soaring fancy staggers, Here is thy fitting temple. Yet not the lightest leaf That quivers to the passing breeze Is less instinct with thee : Yet not the meanest worm That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead Less shares thy eternal breath. Spirit of Nature ! thou Imperishable as this glorious scene ! Here is thy fitting temple ! II.
224 psl. - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
199 psl. - STAY, stay at home, my heart, and rest ; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care ; To stay at home is best. •Weary and homesick and distressed, They wander east, they wander west, And are baffled and beaten and blown about By the winds of the wilderness of doubt ; To stay at home is best.
21 psl. - Of outward shows, whose unexperienced shape New modes of passion to its frame may lend ; Life is its state of action, and the store Of all events is aggregated there That variegate the eternal universe ; Death is a gate of dreariness and gloom, That leads to azure isles and beaming skies, And happy regions of eternal hope.
260 psl. - Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest's hand ? So long have the grey bare walks lain guestless, Through branches and briers if a man make way, He shall find no life but the sea-wind's, restless Night and day. The dense hard passage is blind and stifled That crawls by a track none turn to climb To the strait waste place that the years have rifled Of all but the thorns that are touched not of time.
259 psl. - IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea. A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses The steep square slope of the blossomless bed Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses Now lie dead.
29 psl. - In so moche that in my dayes happened that certayn marchautes were in a shippe in tamyse for to haue sayled ouer the see into zelande / and for lacke of wynde, thei taryed atte forlond, and wente to lande for to refreshe them: And one of theym named sheffelde, a mercer, cam in to an hows and axed for mete : and specyally he axyd after eggys : And the goode wyf answerde, that she coude speke no frenshe.
199 psl. - Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.