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... heard a frightened shriek from Jack , and saw him and the others gesticulating wildly as if to urge me on to the boat . I immediately raised myself up in the water , and caught sight of what almost froze the blood in my veins . It was ...
... heard a frightened shriek from Jack , and saw him and the others gesticulating wildly as if to urge me on to the boat . I immediately raised myself up in the water , and caught sight of what almost froze the blood in my veins . It was ...
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... heard him beside God . But there was none there in the darkening shadow of the studio . God alone had heard him . The priests of Spain taught much that was unpro- fitable and false . Yet in that land of religious super- stition and ...
... heard him beside God . But there was none there in the darkening shadow of the studio . God alone had heard him . The priests of Spain taught much that was unpro- fitable and false . Yet in that land of religious super- stition and ...
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... heard . But his master's noble countenance had become soft and tender as a woman's . It could not be mistaken , and falling on his knees , he cried , Oh , my master , you have forgiven me ? " 66 " Forgiven you ! There is nothing to ...
... heard . But his master's noble countenance had become soft and tender as a woman's . It could not be mistaken , and falling on his knees , he cried , Oh , my master , you have forgiven me ? " 66 " Forgiven you ! There is nothing to ...
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... heard , for no sooner had the boy named his reward than a deep sob came from the far end of the studio . Turning his eyes in that direction , Murillo beheld the old negro weeping like a child . " Yes , my noble Sebastian , he shall be ...
... heard , for no sooner had the boy named his reward than a deep sob came from the far end of the studio . Turning his eyes in that direction , Murillo beheld the old negro weeping like a child . " Yes , my noble Sebastian , he shall be ...
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... heard the tales of such doings , now remembered too late . " You are both villains ! " he cried in the scowling face of the skipper . " Oh , for shame , young man ! Hast never learned thy catechism ? I was taught to speak more civilly ...
... heard the tales of such doings , now remembered too late . " You are both villains ! " he cried in the scowling face of the skipper . " Oh , for shame , young man ! Hast never learned thy catechism ? I was taught to speak more civilly ...
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Page 450 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 273 - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible; even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
Page 450 - ... what is this absorbs me quite steals my senses shuts my sight drowns my...
Page 450 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying : Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper ; angels say,
Page 14 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 452 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the deathlike silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires; At once the wild alarum clashed from all her reeling spires; From all the batteries of the Tower pealed loud the voice of fear ; And all the thousand masts of Thames sent back a louder cheer...
Page 402 - 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; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Page 381 - I love and I love !" In the winter they're silent — the wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving — all come back together. But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings ; and for ever sings he — " I love my Love, and my Love loves me !'
Page 293 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 394 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!