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... seen , and never could forget- and clung with both her arms about his neck . She had never murmured or complained , but with a quiet mind , and manner quite unaltered - save that she every day became more earnest and more grateful to ...
... seen , and never could forget- and clung with both her arms about his neck . She had never murmured or complained , but with a quiet mind , and manner quite unaltered - save that she every day became more earnest and more grateful to ...
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... seen him yet , and made as though he would have him come nearer . Then , pointing to the bed , he burst into tears for the first time ; and they who stood by , knowing that the sight of this child had done him good , left them alone ...
... seen him yet , and made as though he would have him come nearer . Then , pointing to the bed , he burst into tears for the first time ; and they who stood by , knowing that the sight of this child had done him good , left them alone ...
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... seen her sitting on that very spot , and how her book had fallen on her lap , and she was gazing with a pensive face upon the sky . Another told how he had wondered much that one so delicate as she should be so bold ; how she had never ...
... seen her sitting on that very spot , and how her book had fallen on her lap , and she was gazing with a pensive face upon the sky . Another told how he had wondered much that one so delicate as she should be so bold ; how she had never ...
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... seen the tide of human tears , That shall no longer flow . What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp , his pride , his skill ; And arts that made fire , flood , and earth The vassals of his will ; Yet mourn I not thy parted sway ...
... seen the tide of human tears , That shall no longer flow . What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp , his pride , his skill ; And arts that made fire , flood , and earth The vassals of his will ; Yet mourn I not thy parted sway ...
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... seen ; Encountered all that troubles thee ; whatever thou hast been ; He is what thou shalt be ! He was The clouds and sunbeams o'er his eye That once their shade and glory threw , Have left , in yonder silent sky , No vestige where ...
... seen ; Encountered all that troubles thee ; whatever thou hast been ; He is what thou shalt be ! He was The clouds and sunbeams o'er his eye That once their shade and glory threw , Have left , in yonder silent sky , No vestige where ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
ancient Anglo-Saxon animals Arab arms army Arth Bashan battle beauty beneath Beth-gamul blood Boabdil Bozrah brave breath brow Brutus Cæsar Cape Non Carthage Carthaginians cavalry clouds Damascus dark dead death deep desert dromedaries earth East enemy Enniskilleners fear feet fell fire gates gaze glory hand hath Havelock head hear heard heart heaven hills honour houses Hubert hundred Kerioth king land Lebanon light living look Lord Lord Lucan Lucknow Mark Antony mighty miles morning mountain Nelson never night Nineveh noble o'er once palaces Palmyra passed plain prince Propontis Rephaim rise rock Roman Rome round ruins scene seen ship shore side silent slave sleep smile soul sound stand stood streets sweet sword Tadmor tears temples thee thou hast thousand tomb trees Tyre valley voice walls wave wild wind wonder
Passagens conhecidas
Página 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Página 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Página 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Página 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Página 317 - 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 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Página 47 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Página 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Página 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.