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... fact , so accustomed are we to look on Imagination as the poetical faculty par excellence , as undoubt- edly it is , that we are sometimes induced to regard it hastily as the only one ; to consider poetry as strictly and wholly the ...
... fact , so accustomed are we to look on Imagination as the poetical faculty par excellence , as undoubt- edly it is , that we are sometimes induced to regard it hastily as the only one ; to consider poetry as strictly and wholly the ...
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... facts which came out in the course of the evidence went far towards justifying even this arbitrary pro- ceeding ; and to the many who , like myself , were acquainted only with the general views of the Union leaders , without even ...
... facts which came out in the course of the evidence went far towards justifying even this arbitrary pro- ceeding ; and to the many who , like myself , were acquainted only with the general views of the Union leaders , without even ...
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... fact , it was our very Miss Crane who poked out an objection , of which no other woman would have dreamt , to those little button - mushrooms called Pages . She would not keep one , she said , for his weight in gold . But they are all ...
... fact , it was our very Miss Crane who poked out an objection , of which no other woman would have dreamt , to those little button - mushrooms called Pages . She would not keep one , she said , for his weight in gold . But they are all ...
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... fact , she felt for some moments as if she must sink on the floor - just as some delicate flower , trans- planted into a strange soil , gives way in every green fibre , and droops to the mould in a vegetable fainting - fit , from which ...
... fact , she felt for some moments as if she must sink on the floor - just as some delicate flower , trans- planted into a strange soil , gives way in every green fibre , and droops to the mould in a vegetable fainting - fit , from which ...
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... fact , they were as much puz- : zled with their patient as a certain worthy tradesman , when a poor shattered creature on a shutter was carried into his Floorcloth Manufactory by mistake for the Hospital . The only thing that occurred ...
... fact , they were as much puz- : zled with their patient as a certain worthy tradesman , when a poor shattered creature on a shutter was carried into his Floorcloth Manufactory by mistake for the Hospital . The only thing that occurred ...
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Página 371 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
Página 172 - Fear ye not me? Saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?
Página 229 - He is a middle-sized, spare man, about forty years old, of a brown complexion and darkbrown coloured hair, but wears a wig ; a hooked nose, a sharp chin, grey eyes, and a large mole near his mouth...
Página 116 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 359 - I never saw them afterwards, or any sign of them except three of their hats, one cap, and two shoes that were not fellows.
Página 90 - The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.— I'll talk to you, lady, but not beat you.
Página 358 - Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name "Crusoe," and so my companions always called me.
Página 20 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Página 127 - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Página 81 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.