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... side , he was covered with wounds when he fell at my feet . ' He pro- nounced these words with the utmost vehemence . His body shook with a universal tremor . He was almost stifled with sighs , which he would not suffer to escape him ...
... side , he was covered with wounds when he fell at my feet . ' He pro- nounced these words with the utmost vehemence . His body shook with a universal tremor . He was almost stifled with sighs , which he would not suffer to escape him ...
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... side , a vein of insanity to manage , as was the case with poor Marcian , it is almost impossible to bring them to the point . and , being a widow , we may suppose , Julia , no doubt , was nothing loath , she had no maiden bashfulness ...
... side , a vein of insanity to manage , as was the case with poor Marcian , it is almost impossible to bring them to the point . and , being a widow , we may suppose , Julia , no doubt , was nothing loath , she had no maiden bashfulness ...
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... side - laid down and illustrated propositions - and fi- nally solved objections . A lecturer on the legal books was called a cur- sory bachelor - on the prophetical bocks a formed bachelor - and on the New Testament a confirmed bachelor ...
... side - laid down and illustrated propositions - and fi- nally solved objections . A lecturer on the legal books was called a cur- sory bachelor - on the prophetical bocks a formed bachelor - and on the New Testament a confirmed bachelor ...
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... side of the Channel . We might ad- duce instances , but we rather refer the reader to page 30 and to page 55 , as containing glaring examples of what we condemn . There is , we think , al- so too frequent a recurrence of the term " the ...
... side of the Channel . We might ad- duce instances , but we rather refer the reader to page 30 and to page 55 , as containing glaring examples of what we condemn . There is , we think , al- so too frequent a recurrence of the term " the ...
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... sides of the high mountains , charged with the debris of rocks and the decay of vegetation , shed a fertilizing influence throughout the whole extent of their course . The alluvial soils of the val- leys are from ten to fifty feet in ...
... sides of the high mountains , charged with the debris of rocks and the decay of vegetation , shed a fertilizing influence throughout the whole extent of their course . The alluvial soils of the val- leys are from ten to fifty feet in ...
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Page 315 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Page 315 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Page 315 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Page 542 - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west ; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
Page 315 - But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs...
Page 450 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.
Page 314 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon. And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
Page 314 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Page 314 - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees...
Page 315 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.