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... live for ; and that God in his great bounty hath made them for all men . Is it not so ? " asked the Hermit . " Most certainly , " we answered ; " it would be the very sinfulness of avarice to think otherwise . " " Why , sir , " said the ...
... live for ; and that God in his great bounty hath made them for all men . Is it not so ? " asked the Hermit . " Most certainly , " we answered ; " it would be the very sinfulness of avarice to think otherwise . " " Why , sir , " said the ...
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... live for ever in darkness if I do ! ' box ; and some time after , he sent his soul to cried Pugwash . was a general commotion of tobacco - puffs , turning. " Green - green as a grasshopper , when it first came into my hands , ' said the ...
... live for ever in darkness if I do ! ' box ; and some time after , he sent his soul to cried Pugwash . was a general commotion of tobacco - puffs , turning. " Green - green as a grasshopper , when it first came into my hands , ' said the ...
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... live and die with their souls in a Till ? " THE TRAVELLER ; OR A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY . [ Oliver Goldsmith , born at Pallas , Leinster , Ireland , 10th November , 1728 ; died in London , 4th April , 1774 . The pathetic and yet amusing ...
... live and die with their souls in a Till ? " THE TRAVELLER ; OR A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY . [ Oliver Goldsmith , born at Pallas , Leinster , Ireland , 10th November , 1728 ; died in London , 4th April , 1774 . The pathetic and yet amusing ...
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... lives , that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil , Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea - born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land . But small the bliss ...
... lives , that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil , Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea - born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land . But small the bliss ...
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... live without salt to his food . The consequence of this sentence to the un- happy beings who have the misfortune to fall under it is that they become dreadfully infested with worms . Some , whose obstinate spirits could never be subdued ...
... live without salt to his food . The consequence of this sentence to the un- happy beings who have the misfortune to fall under it is that they become dreadfully infested with worms . Some , whose obstinate spirits could never be subdued ...
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Page 107 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 143 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 6 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Page 370 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 7 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
Page 8 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
Page 6 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 370 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Page 40 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth...
Page 92 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...