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... spirit , her high aims - her sweet disposition , her romantic hopes , all made her what she was , too pure for mortal associa- tions , and wisely did Scott preserve the charm unbroken by find- ing no counterpart to her loveliness , this ...
... spirit , her high aims - her sweet disposition , her romantic hopes , all made her what she was , too pure for mortal associa- tions , and wisely did Scott preserve the charm unbroken by find- ing no counterpart to her loveliness , this ...
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... spirit , though he courted the power to give dignity to the loved wife of his bosom , and to children attached with an unwonted fondness . No vain hankerings after wealth for itself , spurred him on , but he sought opulence , to lavish ...
... spirit , though he courted the power to give dignity to the loved wife of his bosom , and to children attached with an unwonted fondness . No vain hankerings after wealth for itself , spurred him on , but he sought opulence , to lavish ...
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... spirit - her chivalrous aspect ; and again the pibroch pealed , as of old , amid those ancient hills — again filed down the plaid - clad Highlander from his fir - fringed glens- again marched on the Lowland border - man , with bonnet ...
... spirit - her chivalrous aspect ; and again the pibroch pealed , as of old , amid those ancient hills — again filed down the plaid - clad Highlander from his fir - fringed glens- again marched on the Lowland border - man , with bonnet ...
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SHYLOCK . " Thy currish spirit Governed a wolf , who , hanged for human slaughter , Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet , And whilst thou lay'st in thy unhallowed dam , Infused itself in thee ; for thy desires Are wolfish ...
SHYLOCK . " Thy currish spirit Governed a wolf , who , hanged for human slaughter , Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet , And whilst thou lay'st in thy unhallowed dam , Infused itself in thee ; for thy desires Are wolfish ...
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... spirit . Such is the courage of the tyrant , taunting a rack - torn foe ; the howling cour- age of the wolf , tearing the prey sinking amid the quicksand ; the courage of the vulture , gorging on the carcass staining some battle - field ...
... spirit . Such is the courage of the tyrant , taunting a rack - torn foe ; the howling cour- age of the wolf , tearing the prey sinking amid the quicksand ; the courage of the vulture , gorging on the carcass staining some battle - field ...
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Página 356 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Página 172 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
Página 172 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Página 323 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Página 172 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Página 49 - Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me, a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores.
Página 46 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Página 340 - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
Página 294 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Página 139 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.