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... true , that at all times they fearlessly scoured the seas , but it was at the cannon's mouth and with the cutlass in hand , and if they pene- trated into Europe at all , it could only be at the head of an army , -now the whole breadth ...
... true , that at all times they fearlessly scoured the seas , but it was at the cannon's mouth and with the cutlass in hand , and if they pene- trated into Europe at all , it could only be at the head of an army , -now the whole breadth ...
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... true , both in art and philosophy . At a very early age , Sir Charles Bell seems to have been alive to the beauty of external form . " While yet a child , " says he , " I remember Allan Ramsay , the Scot- tish artist , as a kind and ...
... true , both in art and philosophy . At a very early age , Sir Charles Bell seems to have been alive to the beauty of external form . " While yet a child , " says he , " I remember Allan Ramsay , the Scot- tish artist , as a kind and ...
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... true Cavendish and stuck into the mouth of the smoker . First of all , pipe - clay has to be procured from the valleys of Devonshire , for Scotland cannot produce a clay pure enough for the purpose . This clay is then well beat up with ...
... true Cavendish and stuck into the mouth of the smoker . First of all , pipe - clay has to be procured from the valleys of Devonshire , for Scotland cannot produce a clay pure enough for the purpose . This clay is then well beat up with ...
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... true poet and the true philosopher , there never has been , or can be cause of fend . It has been the poetaster on the one hand , the dabbler in science on the other , who have involved the lovers of truth and of beauty in a most need ...
... true poet and the true philosopher , there never has been , or can be cause of fend . It has been the poetaster on the one hand , the dabbler in science on the other , who have involved the lovers of truth and of beauty in a most need ...
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... true , and that neither of them interferes with the other . Ac- cording to the mood we are in , we fix our thoughts on the one or on the other , according to the native cast of our minds , and the consequent bent of our occupations , we ...
... true , and that neither of them interferes with the other . Ac- cording to the mood we are in , we fix our thoughts on the one or on the other , according to the native cast of our minds , and the consequent bent of our occupations , we ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 329 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Página 326 - one half of the world does not know how the other half lives.
Página 85 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came ; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Página 40 - Thou hast made me, though very unworthy, a mean instrument to do them some good, and Thee service; and many of them have set too high a value upon me, though others wish, and would be glad of my death ; but, Lord, however Thou do dispose of me, continue and go on to do good for them.
Página 250 - There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity; but which kindles up, and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.
Página 328 - When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.
Página 25 - ... would it be too bold to imagine, that all warmblooded animals have arisen from one living filament, which THE GREAT FIRST CAUSE endued with animality, with the power of acquiring new parts, attended with new propensities, directed by irritations, sensations, volitions, and associations; and thus possessing the faculty of continuing to improve by its own inherent activity...
Página 85 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on...
Página 286 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Página 106 - OH, when I was a tiny boy, My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind ! — No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the teardrop from my eye, To cast a look behind ! A hoop was an eternal round Of pleasure. In those days I found A top a joyous thing ; — But now those past delights I drop, My head, alas ! is all my top, And careful thoughts the string ! My marbles — once my bag was...