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... seen , and never could forget , —and clung with both her arms about his neck . She had never murmured or complained , but with a quiet mind , and manner quite unaltered - save that she every day became more earnest and more grateful ...
... seen , and never could forget , —and clung with both her arms about his neck . She had never murmured or complained , but with a quiet mind , and manner quite unaltered - save that she every day became more earnest and more grateful ...
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... seen to ooze from a crevice , which gap had been stopped by the witch . She had been exorcised , and exercised by the pastor on the pasture . Abel thus able was elected president as a precedent , and proceeded to weigh the whey as ...
... seen to ooze from a crevice , which gap had been stopped by the witch . She had been exorcised , and exercised by the pastor on the pasture . Abel thus able was elected president as a precedent , and proceeded to weigh the whey as ...
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... seen are covered with the soil of twenty centuries . The works of the age of Pericles lie at the foot of the Acropolis in indiscriminate ruin , the ploughshare turns up the marble which the hand of Phidias had chiselled into beauty ...
... seen are covered with the soil of twenty centuries . The works of the age of Pericles lie at the foot of the Acropolis in indiscriminate ruin , the ploughshare turns up the marble which the hand of Phidias had chiselled into beauty ...
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... seen / " the little maid replied / " twelve steps or more from my mother's door / and they are side by side . My stock- ings there I often knit / my kerchief there I hem ; and there upon the ground I sit - I sit and sing to them . And ...
... seen / " the little maid replied / " twelve steps or more from my mother's door / and they are side by side . My stock- ings there I often knit / my kerchief there I hem ; and there upon the ground I sit - I sit and sing to them . And ...
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... seen it / my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ! Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ! Sorrow and death may not enter there ! Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom : For beyond the clouds / and beyond the ...
... seen it / my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ! Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ! Sorrow and death may not enter there ! Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom : For beyond the clouds / and beyond the ...
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Page 128 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 308 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Page 271 - In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts...
Page 30 - I met a little cottage girl: she was eight years old/ she said; her hair was thick with many a curl that clustered round her head.
Page 52 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents...
Page 38 - John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 34 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Page 43 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Page 52 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one...
Page 281 - Lenore !"Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, All my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping Something louder than before. " Surely," said I, " surely that is Something at my window lattice : Let me see then what thereat is, And this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment And this mystery explore ; — 'Tis the wind and nothing more.