The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes by C. Gibbon, Volumes 3-41873 |
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... felt himself afraid to stir . For the first time in his life he felt himself ill at ease , left as he was with no other company save his own soul . He at length took heart , and went behind the counter that he might see if his soul was ...
... felt himself afraid to stir . For the first time in his life he felt himself ill at ease , left as he was with no other company save his own soul . He at length took heart , and went behind the counter that he might see if his soul was ...
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... felt inclined to confide every- thing to him , but she felt a chill as she reflected that she was in France , and that a deadly duel would be the consequence . She had been ready for him very long , and she was ready for him now ...
... felt inclined to confide every- thing to him , but she felt a chill as she reflected that she was in France , and that a deadly duel would be the consequence . She had been ready for him very long , and she was ready for him now ...
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... felt . He described the torments of separation , and the anxieties which had martyred him , and the countess was compassionate . He lay at her feet ; protestations of his passion streamed from his lips , and his tears upon her hand ...
... felt . He described the torments of separation , and the anxieties which had martyred him , and the countess was compassionate . He lay at her feet ; protestations of his passion streamed from his lips , and his tears upon her hand ...
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... felt in my life ? -Whence do you come ? Who are you ? " " She is my daughter , " cried the Countess de Lauterbach , suddenly stepping from the concealment of a thicket , and throwing herself into the arms of Boufflers . " My dear ...
... felt in my life ? -Whence do you come ? Who are you ? " " She is my daughter , " cried the Countess de Lauterbach , suddenly stepping from the concealment of a thicket , and throwing herself into the arms of Boufflers . " My dear ...
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... felt years could alone teach them entirely to abjure ; and the old saw his venerable face lighted up with joys he had taught many , like himself , to draw from above ; tears , fast and frequent , as from dropping caves , attested the ...
... felt years could alone teach them entirely to abjure ; and the old saw his venerable face lighted up with joys he had taught many , like himself , to draw from above ; tears , fast and frequent , as from dropping caves , attested the ...
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Page 49 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate: Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 330 - The tallow candle an astral burned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only,
Page 304 - And where are they, and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 228 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 361 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 173 - O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!" our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane, To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom — Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail; Or, in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.
Page 361 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 67 - ... a combination of dissimilar images, or discovery of occult resemblances in things apparently unlike.
Page 329 - The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill, And saw Maud Muller standing still. "A form more fair, a face more sweet, Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet. "And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as she is fair.
Page 173 - Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.