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... thou reverend chronicler of the past ! is there on thy pages the record of a death more glorious ? A man may be sentimental óver oysters . Volatile was so , and eagerly recommenced upon the subject of the dancing girl . He was entirely ...
... thou reverend chronicler of the past ! is there on thy pages the record of a death more glorious ? A man may be sentimental óver oysters . Volatile was so , and eagerly recommenced upon the subject of the dancing girl . He was entirely ...
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... thou art !! - CHILDE HAROLD . AND dost thou ask where Love is found Unchangeable and pure , And free from Passion's rankling wound - From human ills secure ? If there's a land where Love's sweet lot Forever smiles , and changesh not ...
... thou art !! - CHILDE HAROLD . AND dost thou ask where Love is found Unchangeable and pure , And free from Passion's rankling wound - From human ills secure ? If there's a land where Love's sweet lot Forever smiles , and changesh not ...
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... thou who lov'st to roam O'er the billows , seeking gain ; In the barque before the wind , Bounding homeward o'er the main , Treasure - filled from distant Ind ; Where the merchant may display Wealth for Age's quiet day . x . Hath the ...
... thou who lov'st to roam O'er the billows , seeking gain ; In the barque before the wind , Bounding homeward o'er the main , Treasure - filled from distant Ind ; Where the merchant may display Wealth for Age's quiet day . x . Hath the ...
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... thou tramplest o'er , Death - dealing fiend of war ! " INFOLDED in a gory sheet , They bear him to his shallow grave , While mournfully the war - drums beat A martial requiem for the brave : The corse in earth is duly laid , And prayer ...
... thou tramplest o'er , Death - dealing fiend of war ! " INFOLDED in a gory sheet , They bear him to his shallow grave , While mournfully the war - drums beat A martial requiem for the brave : The corse in earth is duly laid , And prayer ...
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THE ALCHEMIST . FROM THE FRENCH OF BERANGER . I. THOU say'st , poor aged alchemist , thy power From metals base the glowing gold can bring ; The joys years steal away , thou canst restore By secret arts renew life's lovely spring . Lo ...
THE ALCHEMIST . FROM THE FRENCH OF BERANGER . I. THOU say'st , poor aged alchemist , thy power From metals base the glowing gold can bring ; The joys years steal away , thou canst restore By secret arts renew life's lovely spring . Lo ...
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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 ˇ—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...