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... side - that right and expedi- ent are almost convertible terms . We think America has greater cause to be proud of Dr. Channing than of any writer she has yet put forth . SIR W. JONES AND MR . DAY . One day , upon removing some books at ...
... side - that right and expedi- ent are almost convertible terms . We think America has greater cause to be proud of Dr. Channing than of any writer she has yet put forth . SIR W. JONES AND MR . DAY . One day , upon removing some books at ...
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... shaken the hand , ( but for what reason you squeeze it , as if it were a sponge , I can by no means imagine , ) can you not withdraw it to your side , and keep it in the station where nature and comfort alike tell Awkwardness . 65.
... shaken the hand , ( but for what reason you squeeze it , as if it were a sponge , I can by no means imagine , ) can you not withdraw it to your side , and keep it in the station where nature and comfort alike tell Awkwardness . 65.
Página 66
... side ? Who , in the name of wonder , taught you to touch your hat ? Do you imagine that any lady will be pleased by your doffing your castor , as if it hurt your head , or throwing your hand up to it , as if to hold it on against a ...
... side ? Who , in the name of wonder , taught you to touch your hat ? Do you imagine that any lady will be pleased by your doffing your castor , as if it hurt your head , or throwing your hand up to it , as if to hold it on against a ...
Página 67
... side , instead of going quietly over and helping the damosels across . And then , if he does attempt the polite , how awkward- ly the monster makes the attempt ! We come to a narrow ditch with a plank across it - He goes only half way ...
... side , instead of going quietly over and helping the damosels across . And then , if he does attempt the polite , how awkward- ly the monster makes the attempt ! We come to a narrow ditch with a plank across it - He goes only half way ...
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... side of us rose , " in wild and stern magnificence , " the grand and rugged crags , with their rude projec- tions clothed in brushwood , and mel- lowed by the warm tints of the noon- day sun , we should have thought it a profanation of ...
... side of us rose , " in wild and stern magnificence , " the grand and rugged crags , with their rude projec- tions clothed in brushwood , and mel- lowed by the warm tints of the noon- day sun , we should have thought it a profanation of ...
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Página 113 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Página 113 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 113 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 113 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Página 191 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 277 - And peace went with them, one and all, And each calm pillow spread: But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red!
Página 114 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Página 428 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
Página 277 - One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man and old: I led him to a lonely field; The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!
Página 278 - Oh, God ! that horrid, horrid dream Besets me now awake ! Again — again, with dizzy brain, The human life I take ; And my red right hand grows raging hot, Like Cranmer's at the stake. " And still no peace for the restless clay, Will wave or mould allow ; The horrid thing pursues my soul, — It stands before me now ! " The fearful Boy looked up, and saw Huge drops upon his brow.