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Whether the French fleet is so , time alone can tell , and , perhaps , sooner than is
generally expected . The Emperor of the French , far too acute to risk all on one
throw , selected Toulon as his second war harbour , and it is admirably situated ...
Whether the French fleet is so , time alone can tell , and , perhaps , sooner than is
generally expected . The Emperor of the French , far too acute to risk all on one
throw , selected Toulon as his second war harbour , and it is admirably situated ...
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Tell us , if you don ' t know anything better , of your first love , or the first time you
made a fool of yourself . They ' re synonymous , though , I believe . Fill your glass
, and fire away , old boy , pro bono publico , as the man may say who ' ll have ...
Tell us , if you don ' t know anything better , of your first love , or the first time you
made a fool of yourself . They ' re synonymous , though , I believe . Fill your glass
, and fire away , old boy , pro bono publico , as the man may say who ' ll have ...
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... there to - night after mess , and take one of my chums with me ; and as I like to
show you life , young one , and your taste wants improving after Aunt Minerva ,
you may come with me , if you like . Hallo ! there ' s Conran . I say , don ' t tell him .
... there to - night after mess , and take one of my chums with me ; and as I like to
show you life , young one , and your taste wants improving after Aunt Minerva ,
you may come with me , if you like . Hallo ! there ' s Conran . I say , don ' t tell him .
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Tell her that in this sunny isle , With Nature ' s lavish beauty clad , For ber might
peace and pleasure smile , Youth ' s rosy morn once more be glad . Oh ! bid her
cast the gloom away That on lier lovely brow I see , And in thy softest accents
pray ...
Tell her that in this sunny isle , With Nature ' s lavish beauty clad , For ber might
peace and pleasure smile , Youth ' s rosy morn once more be glad . Oh ! bid her
cast the gloom away That on lier lovely brow I see , And in thy softest accents
pray ...
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To tell you the truth , ” rejoined he , “ I - - I - & - am blasé with everything - quite
blasé . " “ Every man at all comme il faut is blasé now - a - days , ” said Mrs .
Temple , who , accompanied by Mr . Ludlow , Mr . Mackenzie , and two or three
other ...
To tell you the truth , ” rejoined he , “ I - - I - & - am blasé with everything - quite
blasé . " “ Every man at all comme il faut is blasé now - a - days , ” said Mrs .
Temple , who , accompanied by Mr . Ludlow , Mr . Mackenzie , and two or three
other ...
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Page 39 - Into a Limbo large and broad, since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown Long after, now unpeopled and untrod.
Page 158 - And she hath watched Many a nightingale perch giddily On blossomy twig still swinging from the breeze, And to that motion tune his wanton song Like tipsy joy that reels with tossing head.
Page 153 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Page 157 - Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch! filled all things with himself, And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain. And many a poet echoes the conceit; Poet who hath been building up the rhyme...
Page 74 - Ye woodlands all , awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela , charm The listening shades, and teach the night his praise.
Page 310 - How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest.
Page 78 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn...
Page 72 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 157 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Page 68 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.