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... less cloquent than his tongue ; and his numerous epistles were delivered to swift and trusty messengers . On foot , with a white wand in their hand , they traversed the forest and mountains ; enjoyed , in the most hostile states , the ...
... less cloquent than his tongue ; and his numerous epistles were delivered to swift and trusty messengers . On foot , with a white wand in their hand , they traversed the forest and mountains ; enjoyed , in the most hostile states , the ...
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... less odious to the nobles , whom he adopted , than to the plebeians , whom he deserted . All that yet remained of treasure , or luxury , or art , was exhausted on that solemn day . Rienzi led the procession from the Capitol to the ...
... less odious to the nobles , whom he adopted , than to the plebeians , whom he deserted . All that yet remained of treasure , or luxury , or art , was exhausted on that solemn day . Rienzi led the procession from the Capitol to the ...
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... less deplored thee , ne'er forgot . Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more , Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin , day by day , Drew me to school along the public way , Delighted with my ...
... less deplored thee , ne'er forgot . Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more , Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin , day by day , Drew me to school along the public way , Delighted with my ...
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... less capable , less knowing , less eagerly pursuing of the truth , unless ye first make yourselves , that made us so , less the lovers , less the founders of our true liberty . We can grow ignorant again , brutish , formal , slavish ...
... less capable , less knowing , less eagerly pursuing of the truth , unless ye first make yourselves , that made us so , less the lovers , less the founders of our true liberty . We can grow ignorant again , brutish , formal , slavish ...
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... less poetically and truly describes the Autumn flower - garden : A spirit haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks ; For at eventide , listening earnestly , At his work you may hear him sob ...
... less poetically and truly describes the Autumn flower - garden : A spirit haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks ; For at eventide , listening earnestly , At his work you may hear him sob ...
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Página 55 - And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Página 58 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 59 - Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Página 55 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 30 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 176 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Página 82 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Página 58 - O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Página 212 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Página 235 - ... and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men: as if there were sought in knowledge a couch, whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit; or a terrace, for a wandering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect; or a tower of state, for a proud mind to raise itself upon; or a fort or commanding ground, for strife and contention; or a shop, for profit or sale; and not a rich storehouse, for the glory of the Creator and...