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... hand , and with the other he caught butterflies , the heads of which he pierced with a pin . The unlucky butterfly Auttered his vings , and struggled violently . more it appeared to suffer , the more the wicked child laughed : but ...
... hand , and with the other he caught butterflies , the heads of which he pierced with a pin . The unlucky butterfly Auttered his vings , and struggled violently . more it appeared to suffer , the more the wicked child laughed : but ...
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... hand . The Muse asked him what he had in his bag ? " Oh ! nothing ! " replied he , " only my playthings . " He then began to sing a song , which had neither tune nor words ; and sometimes putting his feet together , and jumping over the ...
... hand . The Muse asked him what he had in his bag ? " Oh ! nothing ! " replied he , " only my playthings . " He then began to sing a song , which had neither tune nor words ; and sometimes putting his feet together , and jumping over the ...
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... hand a mask , which I think a charming one . It laughs so gaily and so naturally , that I cannot help longing for it . If you do not give it to me , I can as- sure you that I shall die of vexation , and then which of us two will be the ...
... hand a mask , which I think a charming one . It laughs so gaily and so naturally , that I cannot help longing for it . If you do not give it to me , I can as- sure you that I shall die of vexation , and then which of us two will be the ...
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... hand . " Good bye ! " said he to them with a laugh . " Do not forget me ; I am Love ! It always costs something to get acquainted with me ! " The prudent Minerva then gave a very moral lec- ture THE POCKET MAGAZINE .
... hand . " Good bye ! " said he to them with a laugh . " Do not forget me ; I am Love ! It always costs something to get acquainted with me ! " The prudent Minerva then gave a very moral lec- ture THE POCKET MAGAZINE .
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... hand that now writes them , has long mouldered in the clammy soil , or whitened in the chill and ungenial air of Britain . :: " NEW YORK , Dec. 1 , 2318. - The celebrated Auto- maton physician has arrived here , and has already begun to ...
... hand that now writes them , has long mouldered in the clammy soil , or whitened in the chill and ungenial air of Britain . :: " NEW YORK , Dec. 1 , 2318. - The celebrated Auto- maton physician has arrived here , and has already begun to ...
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Page 275 - And Jesus, answering, said unto him, suffer it to be so now : for thus it becometh us to fulfil all righteousness. Then he suffered Him.
Page 272 - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...
Page 291 - And chokes up with the glittering wrecks Of golden shrines the sacred waters ! Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And, through the war-field's bloody haze, Beholds a youthful warrior stand, Alone, beside his native river — The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver.
Page 231 - But that loveliness, ever in motion, which plays Like the light upon autumn's soft shadowy days, Now here and now there, giving warmth as it flies From the lips to the cheek, from the cheek to the eyes, Now melting in mist and now breaking in gleams, Like the glimpses a saint has of heaven in his dreams...
Page 175 - Friends, brothers, and sisters are laid side by side, Yet none have saluted, and none have replied.
Page 176 - The first tabernacle to Hope we will build, And look for the sleepers around us to rise ; The second to Faith, which ensures it fulfilled, And the third to the Lamb of the great sacrifice Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies.
Page 231 - One, — what a rapture is his. Who in moonlight and music thus sweetly may glide O'er the Lake of Cashmere, with that One by his side ! If woman can make the worst wilderness dear. Think, think what a heaven she must make of Cashmere...
Page 225 - And Cain went out from the presence of the Lord, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.
Page 328 - But if their bad actions weigh down the balance, the stone canoe sinks at once, and leaves them up to their chins in the water, to behold and regret the reward enjoyed by the good, and eternally struggling, but with unavailing endeavours, to reach the blissful island, from which they are excluded for ever.
Page 96 - George ; one on the Eastern, and the other on the Western, side of this water.