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answered appeared asked ball beautiful better boat called captain Captain Speedy captain's gig carronade Charles Larkyns Cranford Creil crew cried Dantes dead dear deck door Ernest eyes fair father fear feel fight fire Flushington followed football forecastle Fritz give hand head heard heart Hindhead hour knew Kostopchin lady land light living look lord master Michal mind Miss morning never Nicholas night o'er Oise passed Passepartout Paul Sergevitch Persia Phileas Fogg play poor Ravina replied round sail says second mate seemed seen sexual selection ship shouted side sight slogger smile soon soul Squeers Stone Face stood strong tell thing thou thought took tree turned valley Verdant Green vessel Victor Marchand voice W. S. GILBERT white wolf wind woman word young
5844 psl. - Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
6169 psl. - Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare. And estimate the blessings which they share, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind As different good, by art or nature given, To different nations makes their blessings even.
5882 psl. - Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again!
6165 psl. - A weary waste expanding to the skies : Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
5895 psl. - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
6233 psl. - They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea : But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee.
5943 psl. - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
6305 psl. - Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o