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... face by this nasty subject - matter . " " Withal , " he slily adds , " is an old - fashioned , ill - sounding word ... faces and closed eyes , consented to swallow " subjective " and “ objec- tive . " Still Armstrong was too intelligent ...
... face by this nasty subject - matter . " " Withal , " he slily adds , " is an old - fashioned , ill - sounding word ... faces and closed eyes , consented to swallow " subjective " and “ objec- tive . " Still Armstrong was too intelligent ...
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... faces resemble each other , you perceive a remarkable resem- blance in the voice . " " The best part of beauty is in spirit and expression . " We give next two rather coarse but vigor- ous excerpts " Some people wonder that stupidity ...
... faces resemble each other , you perceive a remarkable resem- blance in the voice . " " The best part of beauty is in spirit and expression . " We give next two rather coarse but vigor- ous excerpts " Some people wonder that stupidity ...
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... face , with squalid atrophy Devoured , in sallow melancholy clad . And oft the sorceress , in her sated wrath , Resigns them to the furies of her train ; The bloated Hydrops , and the yellow Fiend Tinged with her own accumulated gall ...
... face , with squalid atrophy Devoured , in sallow melancholy clad . And oft the sorceress , in her sated wrath , Resigns them to the furies of her train ; The bloated Hydrops , and the yellow Fiend Tinged with her own accumulated gall ...
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... face , Burn in the palms , and parch the roughening tongue ; Or much diminish or too much increase The expense , which Nature's wise economy , 102 110 120 130 Without or waste or avarice , maintains . Such cates 16 ARMSTRONG'S POETICAL ...
... face , Burn in the palms , and parch the roughening tongue ; Or much diminish or too much increase The expense , which Nature's wise economy , 102 110 120 130 Without or waste or avarice , maintains . Such cates 16 ARMSTRONG'S POETICAL ...
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... face to face , And pale despair . ' Twas all the business then To tend the sick , and in their turns to die . In heaps they fell : and oft one bed , they say , The sickening , dying , and the dead contained . Ye guardian gods , on whom ...
... face to face , And pale despair . ' Twas all the business then To tend the sick , and in their turns to die . In heaps they fell : and oft one bed , they say , The sickening , dying , and the dead contained . Ye guardian gods , on whom ...
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Page 202 - But transient is the Smile of Fate ! A little Rule, a little Sway, A Sun-beam in a "Winter's day Is all the Proud and Mighty have, Between the Cradle and the Grave.
Page 201 - His sides are cloth'd with waving wood, And ancient towers crown his brow, That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; Tis now th...
Page 103 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our...
Page 200 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal : The mountains round, unhappy fate! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others rise : Still the prospect wider spreads, Adds a thousand woods and meads; Still it widens, widens still, And sinks the newly-risen hill.
Page 214 - There is a mood, (I sing not to the vacant and the young) There is a kindly mood of melancholy, That wings the soul, and points her to the skies...
Page 203 - I lie; While the wanton zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep ; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.
Page 129 - O'er her weak twins with empty udder mourns, Or fails to guard when the bold bird of prey Alights, and hops in many turns around, And tires her, also turning: to her aid Be nimble, and the weakest in thine arms Gently convey to the warm...
Page 199 - SILENT nymph, with curious eye, Who the purple evening lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale...
Page 203 - Hope's deluding glass; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.
Page 202 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view; The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low ; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower ; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an ^Ethiop's arm.