Famous Men of Modern Times, Volume 1Bradbury, Soden & Company, 1844 - 315 páginas |
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... short , the neighboring suburbs . These last were chiefly of the lower rank , but hardy loons , who threw stones to a hair's breadth , and were very rugged an- tagonists at close quarters . " The skirmish sometimes lasted for a whole ...
... short , the neighboring suburbs . These last were chiefly of the lower rank , but hardy loons , who threw stones to a hair's breadth , and were very rugged an- tagonists at close quarters . " The skirmish sometimes lasted for a whole ...
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... short time , he became the best dancer of the party ; a thing quite remarkable , when we know the fact that he had no ear for music . We must not omit to mention , while we tell of Scott's frolics , that he had a strong religious ...
... short time , he became the best dancer of the party ; a thing quite remarkable , when we know the fact that he had no ear for music . We must not omit to mention , while we tell of Scott's frolics , that he had a strong religious ...
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... , And while you frolic light as they , Too short shall seem the summer day . ' " As they approached , the dogs all sprang forward and gambolled around them . They played with them for a time , and then joined us , WALTER SCOTT . 35.
... , And while you frolic light as they , Too short shall seem the summer day . ' " As they approached , the dogs all sprang forward and gambolled around them . They played with them for a time , and then joined us , WALTER SCOTT . 35.
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... short ! " 66 Late in the evening I walked with Sir Walter to his house . He used a stout oaken cane , with a thick iron ferrule . He moved with great vigor , and kept me in full exercise . I have never seen a great man who had less self ...
... short ! " 66 Late in the evening I walked with Sir Walter to his house . He used a stout oaken cane , with a thick iron ferrule . He moved with great vigor , and kept me in full exercise . I have never seen a great man who had less self ...
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... short time he revived a little . He had himself borne into his garden , and afterwards into his library . Here he requested paper and pens to be set before him , and then asked to be alone ; he attempted to take up the pen , but the ...
... short time he revived a little . He had himself borne into his garden , and afterwards into his library . Here he requested paper and pens to be set before him , and then asked to be alone ; he attempted to take up the pen , but the ...
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Página 69 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 205 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much ; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind...
Página 70 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Página 266 - 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.
Página 270 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 187 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Página 73 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Página 69 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 72 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 185 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.