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... dance with me ! ' And then the four young people laughed louder than ever , to think what a queer figure the poor old doctor would cut . I am old and But either of ' Pray excuse me , ' answered the doctor , quietly . rheumatic , and my ...
... dance with me ! ' And then the four young people laughed louder than ever , to think what a queer figure the poor old doctor would cut . I am old and But either of ' Pray excuse me , ' answered the doctor , quietly . rheumatic , and my ...
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... dances on the liquid plain , That curls before the west wind , till the main Seems waving like a ruffled sheet of fire " T is Nature's Alleluia ; and again The stars exult , as when the Eternal Sire Said , ' Be there light , ' and light ...
... dances on the liquid plain , That curls before the west wind , till the main Seems waving like a ruffled sheet of fire " T is Nature's Alleluia ; and again The stars exult , as when the Eternal Sire Said , ' Be there light , ' and light ...
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... dance , When in thy mirrored caverns thou Reflect'st the sunny shores of France ; Tell her Napoleon's soul is free , Nor needs the tribute of her tears ; Tell her the Emperor soon will be Beyond her hopes and England's fears . PH . M ...
... dance , When in thy mirrored caverns thou Reflect'st the sunny shores of France ; Tell her Napoleon's soul is free , Nor needs the tribute of her tears ; Tell her the Emperor soon will be Beyond her hopes and England's fears . PH . M ...
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... dances on its eddying whirl . Panting for air , once more behold emerge Ocean's still strong though wounded denizen . Another dart is planted , and away , Cleaving the billows like a thunderbolt , With the boat tossing on his seething ...
... dances on its eddying whirl . Panting for air , once more behold emerge Ocean's still strong though wounded denizen . Another dart is planted , and away , Cleaving the billows like a thunderbolt , With the boat tossing on his seething ...
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... Dance to the music of its melodies , And sparkle in its brightness . Earth is veiled And mantled with its beauty . ' There is an objection to poetry , very generally prevalent , which debars many from a participation in its pure and ...
... Dance to the music of its melodies , And sparkle in its brightness . Earth is veiled And mantled with its beauty . ' There is an objection to poetry , very generally prevalent , which debars many from a participation in its pure and ...
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Page 81 - I appeal to any white man to say if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, Logan is the friend of white men.
Page 375 - I cry aloud to all and sundry in my plainest accents and at the very tiptop of my voice. Here it is, gentlemen ! Here is the good liquor...
Page 517 - 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.
Page 561 - He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loveth abundance with increase: this is also vanity.
Page 375 - Fill again, and tell me, on the word of an honest toper, did you ever, in cellar, tavern, or any kind of a dram-shop, spend the price of your children's food for a swig half so delicious?
Page 422 - Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedewed With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
Page 375 - Who next ? Oh, my little friend, you are let loose from school, and come hither to scrub your blooming face, and drown the memory of certain taps of the ferule, and other schoolboy troubles, in a draught from the Town Pump.
Page 375 - It were a pity, if all this outcry should draw no customers. Here they come. A hot day, gentlemen! Quaff, and away again, so as to keep yourselves in a nice cool sweat. You, my friend, will need another cupful, to wash the dust out of your throat, if it be as thick there as -it is on your cowhide shoes. I see that you have trudged half a score...
Page 375 - Dry work, this speechifying; especially to an unpractised orator. I never conceived, till now, what toil the temperance lecturers undergo for my sake. Hereafter, they shall have the business to themselves. Do, some kind Christian, pump a stroke or two, just to wet my whistle. Thank you, sir ! My dear hearers, when the world shall have been regenerated...
Page 5 - Mr. Gascoigne was a ruined politician, a man of evil fame, or at least had been so till time had buried him from the knowledge of the present generation, and made him obscure instead of infamous. As for the Widow Wycherly, tradition tells us that she was a great beauty in her day ; but, for a long while past, she had lived in deep seclusion, on account of certain scandalous stories which had prejudiced the gentry of the town against her. It is a circumstance worth mentioning that each of these three...