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... human bliss . Seeing a vice is the first step towards correcting it . Conscience is the voice of the soul , as the passions are those of the body . The two languages contradict each other ; to which shall we listen ? Remorse sleeps in ...
... human bliss . Seeing a vice is the first step towards correcting it . Conscience is the voice of the soul , as the passions are those of the body . The two languages contradict each other ; to which shall we listen ? Remorse sleeps in ...
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... HUMAN GREATNESS . The horse was standing near the hotel , eating the oats which the ostler had fetched ; the traveller rested himself under the awning , which the apple tree afforded ; near him was the orchard , whose trees were weighed ...
... HUMAN GREATNESS . The horse was standing near the hotel , eating the oats which the ostler had fetched ; the traveller rested himself under the awning , which the apple tree afforded ; near him was the orchard , whose trees were weighed ...
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... human cowardice and calamity / spurned everlastingly by the gods ' . Loyalty ! Will you be loyal to Beelzebub ' ? Will you make " a covenant with death ' and hell " ? I will not be loyal to Beel- zebub ' ; anything and everything is ...
... human cowardice and calamity / spurned everlastingly by the gods ' . Loyalty ! Will you be loyal to Beelzebub ' ? Will you make " a covenant with death ' and hell " ? I will not be loyal to Beel- zebub ' ; anything and everything is ...
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... humanity / changing places with all of us at pleasure . Harmless fairies " nodded to him / and did him courtesies / " and " the nighthag bestrode the blast " at the com- mand of his " ' so potent art . " — Hazlitt . Nobody ever stopt ...
... humanity / changing places with all of us at pleasure . Harmless fairies " nodded to him / and did him courtesies / " and " the nighthag bestrode the blast " at the com- mand of his " ' so potent art . " — Hazlitt . Nobody ever stopt ...
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... human nature / we come at once to the conclusion / that these institutions out of man are but the exhibitions of what is in him / and must be re- ferred either to eternal principles / or momentary passions . Society is the work of man ...
... human nature / we come at once to the conclusion / that these institutions out of man are but the exhibitions of what is in him / and must be re- ferred either to eternal principles / or momentary passions . Society is the work of man ...
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Annabel Lee Balaam beauty bell bless breath bright Buzfuz Cæsar called Canute Charles Mathews Chas child consonant sound cried Curfew dark dead dear death door earth EXERCISES ON RULE eyes face father feel Fezziwig frae Gabriel Grub gallant story gentlemen give goblin grave Hamlet hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honour Inchcape Inchcape Rock John Anderson Kate King kiss light light sleeper live look lord madam married Miss Willises morning never night o'er Orlando pause Peter Stone Pickwick poet poor pray prayer Pronounce the consonant Pronounce the vowel Puff Queen Rosalind round Sir Charles Sir F sleep smile Sneer soul speak sweet tears tell Teviotdale thee things thou thought trolls for fish umbrella voice vowel sound waves what's wife wild Winkle words young
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Página 128 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Página 308 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Página 271 - In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts...
Página 30 - I met a little cottage girl: she was eight years old/ she said; her hair was thick with many a curl that clustered round her head.
Página 52 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents...
Página 38 - John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 34 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Página 43 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Página 52 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one...
Página 281 - Lenore !"Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, All my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping Something louder than before. " Surely," said I, " surely that is Something at my window lattice : Let me see then what thereat is, And this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment And this mystery explore ; — 'Tis the wind and nothing more.