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... gold but very sleek and soft , had the characteristic blotches in the form of rosettes , 15 which distinguish the panther from every other feline species . Her pose was as graceful as that of a cat asleep upon a cushion , but her muzzle ...
... gold but very sleek and soft , had the characteristic blotches in the form of rosettes , 15 which distinguish the panther from every other feline species . Her pose was as graceful as that of a cat asleep upon a cushion , but her muzzle ...
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... he amused himself with the panther . He had come to learn the different inflections of her voice , the ex- pressions of her eyes ; he had studied the patterns of all the rosettes which marked the gold of her robe . 12.
... he amused himself with the panther . He had come to learn the different inflections of her voice , the ex- pressions of her eyes ; he had studied the patterns of all the rosettes which marked the gold of her robe . 12.
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Frances Eggleston Blodgett, Andrew Burr Blodgett. the rosettes which marked the gold of her robe . It gave him pleasure to watch the supple , fine outlines of her form and the graceful pose of her head . But it was when she was playing ...
Frances Eggleston Blodgett, Andrew Burr Blodgett. the rosettes which marked the gold of her robe . It gave him pleasure to watch the supple , fine outlines of her form and the graceful pose of her head . But it was when she was playing ...
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... gold along the moun- 20 tain tops . A solemn glee possessed my mind at this grad- ual and lovely coming in of day . I heard the runnel with delight ; I looked round me for something beautiful and unexpected ; but the still black pine ...
... gold along the moun- 20 tain tops . A solemn glee possessed my mind at this grad- ual and lovely coming in of day . I heard the runnel with delight ; I looked round me for something beautiful and unexpected ; but the still black pine ...
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... gold , yea , than much fine gold : sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb . Moreover by 15 them is thy servant warned : and in keeping of them there is great reward . Who can understand his errors ? cleanse thou me from secret faults ...
... gold , yea , than much fine gold : sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb . Moreover by 15 them is thy servant warned : and in keeping of them there is great reward . Who can understand his errors ? cleanse thou me from secret faults ...
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Page 134 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Page 94 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Page 114 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Page 232 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 221 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Page 241 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Page 131 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 18 - Ah why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear.
Page 184 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Page 233 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...