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... speak , but smoked his pipe incessantly . His adherents , however ( for every great man has his adherents ) , perfectly understood him , and knew how to gather his opinions . When anything that was read or related displeased him , he ...
... speak , but smoked his pipe incessantly . His adherents , however ( for every great man has his adherents ) , perfectly understood him , and knew how to gather his opinions . When anything that was read or related displeased him , he ...
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... speak his mind , and gathering round him , he proceeded as follows : - Friends , says he , and neighbors , the taxes are in- deed very heavy , and if those laid on by the govern- ment were the only ones we had to pay , we might the more ...
... speak his mind , and gathering round him , he proceeded as follows : - Friends , says he , and neighbors , the taxes are in- deed very heavy , and if those laid on by the govern- ment were the only ones we had to pay , we might the more ...
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... speak to him ; you will make poor , pitiful , sneaking excuses , and by degrees come to lose your veracity , and sink into base , downright lying ; for , as Poor Richard says , The second vice is lying , the first is running into debt ...
... speak to him ; you will make poor , pitiful , sneaking excuses , and by degrees come to lose your veracity , and sink into base , downright lying ; for , as Poor Richard says , The second vice is lying , the first is running into debt ...
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... speak we shook so ) , – ― " Are they beaten ? Are they beaten ? ARE they beaten ? " " Wait a while . " - O the trembling and the terror ! for too soon we saw our error : 85 They are baffled , not defeated ; we have driven them back in ...
... speak we shook so ) , – ― " Are they beaten ? Are they beaten ? ARE they beaten ? " " Wait a while . " - O the trembling and the terror ! for too soon we saw our error : 85 They are baffled , not defeated ; we have driven them back in ...
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... speak to tell us ; but ' t was one of our brave fellows , 135 As the homespun plainly showed us which the dying soldier wore . For they all thought he was dying , as they gathered round him crying , - And they said , " Oh , how they'll ...
... speak to tell us ; but ' t was one of our brave fellows , 135 As the homespun plainly showed us which the dying soldier wore . For they all thought he was dying , as they gathered round him crying , - And they said , " Oh , how they'll ...
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Page 350 - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 39 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 354 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 353 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 37 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 356 - DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Page 349 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 76 - NAUTILUS This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 38 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share and treads upon : the oak Shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould.
Page 351 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as 'Nevermore.