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... lights of the stage . This gives it a gloomy appearance . People there ( if they choose ) light their own boxes , but there were only a few straggling can- dles in them , glimmering here and there amidst the dusky twilight of this large ...
... lights of the stage . This gives it a gloomy appearance . People there ( if they choose ) light their own boxes , but there were only a few straggling can- dles in them , glimmering here and there amidst the dusky twilight of this large ...
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... the whip most copiously descend . Many in quarries are crushed by the falling in of the earth ; many too , de- scending into their vast depths , never again see the light . Persons are count- ed by 22 [ Jan. Political State of Algiers .
... the whip most copiously descend . Many in quarries are crushed by the falling in of the earth ; many too , de- scending into their vast depths , never again see the light . Persons are count- ed by 22 [ Jan. Political State of Algiers .
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again see the light . Persons are count- ed by hundreds who die every year for want of nourishment or care , of the blows which they have received , or merely of regret , dejection , and de- spair . Wo to them if they dare to murmur ...
again see the light . Persons are count- ed by hundreds who die every year for want of nourishment or care , of the blows which they have received , or merely of regret , dejection , and de- spair . Wo to them if they dare to murmur ...
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... light ; probably from some signal given to an army , as there are many marks of some bloody engagement that has been to the north - west of that place . The word puts me in mind of Gorgie , ug- kind relieves us for a moment from those ...
... light ; probably from some signal given to an army , as there are many marks of some bloody engagement that has been to the north - west of that place . The word puts me in mind of Gorgie , ug- kind relieves us for a moment from those ...
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... light was wavering in my eyes ; I dread some quick calamities ! Ca. Ah ! see , see - guard the lordly bull From that smooth cunning heifer ! The robe is folded round him ; see the tool Of slaughter in her hand , he falls , he falls ...
... light was wavering in my eyes ; I dread some quick calamities ! Ca. Ah ! see , see - guard the lordly bull From that smooth cunning heifer ! The robe is folded round him ; see the tool Of slaughter in her hand , he falls , he falls ...
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Página 449 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Página 351 - Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation. 3 ORDER Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time. 4 RESOLUTION Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve. 5 FRUGALITY Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself; ie, waste nothing.
Página 49 - Though, as Ben Jonson says of him, that he had but little Latin and less Greek, he understood Latin pretty well, for he had been in his younger years a schoolmaster in the country."!
Página 311 - Not that fair field Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
Página 446 - Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
Página 527 - And specially, from every shires ende Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The holy blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
Página 221 - Where roll'd the ocean, thereon was his home; Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends, He had the passion and the power to roam ; The desert, forest, cavern, breaker's foam, Were unto him companionship; they spake A mutual language, clearer than the tome Of his land's tongue, which he would oft forsake For Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake.
Página 149 - ... such a scene of natural romance and beauty as had never before greeted my eyes. To the left lay the valley, down which the Forth wandered on its easterly course, surrounding the beautiful detached hill, with all its garland of woods. On the right, amid a profusion of thickets, knolls, and crags, lay the bed of a broad mountain lake, lightly curled into tiny waves by the breath of the morning breeze, each glittering in its course under the influence of the sun-beams.
Página 553 - Oh ! it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow, And spirits so mean in the great and high-born ; To think what a long line of titles may follow The relics of him who died — friendless and lorn ! How proud they can press to the funeral array Of one whom they shunned in his sickness and sorrow : — How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day, Whose pall shall be held up by nobles to-morrow...
Página 346 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our...