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of our inestimable treasure . How we obtained possession of it , it matters little to our readers to know . Whether at the " witching time of night , " amidst storm and tem- pest , the chest was supernaturally opened , and , after the ...
of our inestimable treasure . How we obtained possession of it , it matters little to our readers to know . Whether at the " witching time of night , " amidst storm and tem- pest , the chest was supernaturally opened , and , after the ...
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... attention to the instrumental motives em- ployed in it . Indeed I am not aware that those who are now - a - days most listened to in these matters , have been much in the habit of testing their schemes by that ETON BUREAU . 19.
... attention to the instrumental motives em- ployed in it . Indeed I am not aware that those who are now - a - days most listened to in these matters , have been much in the habit of testing their schemes by that ETON BUREAU . 19.
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... matters , augured well of our scheme . Advice , indeed , they tendered , and we are proud to acknowledge that we derived benefit from their suggestions . The important day arrived ; the Eton Bureau was exposed to be rifled by the world ...
... matters , augured well of our scheme . Advice , indeed , they tendered , and we are proud to acknowledge that we derived benefit from their suggestions . The important day arrived ; the Eton Bureau was exposed to be rifled by the world ...
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... matter for surprise , if not for sorrow , that , while the work of remodelling everything is going on so bravely , one of the strongholds of antiquity yet remains unstormed ; merely , let us hope , from the circumstance that no assault ...
... matter for surprise , if not for sorrow , that , while the work of remodelling everything is going on so bravely , one of the strongholds of antiquity yet remains unstormed ; merely , let us hope , from the circumstance that no assault ...
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... matter for discussion of a truly interesting character . On opening the roll we discover an inscription , which , after some toil , we have decided to run as follows : ЕTUTTOV . Imp . ind . act . 3 p . pl . V. act . # тw . th . e . ybe ...
... matter for discussion of a truly interesting character . On opening the roll we discover an inscription , which , after some toil , we have decided to run as follows : ЕTUTTOV . Imp . ind . act . 3 p . pl . V. act . # тw . th . e . ybe ...
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Page 183 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 119 - See, the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea : What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me...
Page 185 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquered ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Page 184 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Page 170 - A rest for weary pilgrims found, " They softly lie, and sweetly sleep
Page 170 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Page 179 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep, where Fame's proud temple shines afar? Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war? Checked by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown ! And yet, the languor of inglorious days Not equally oppressive is to all.
Page 227 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 174 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 188 - Wise men have said are wearisome; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior (And what he brings, what needs he elsewhere seek) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys, And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge; As children gathering pebbles on the shore.