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For like an ass whose back with ingots bows Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a
journey, And death unloads thee." In some of his philosophy there was a kind of
scorn — a hidden meaning that could not in his day and time have safely been ...
For like an ass whose back with ingots bows Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a
journey, And death unloads thee." In some of his philosophy there was a kind of
scorn — a hidden meaning that could not in his day and time have safely been ...
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But the most perfect love-poem that I know — pure as the tear of gratitude — is "
To ft/ary in Heaven : " " Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet
the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn.
But the most perfect love-poem that I know — pure as the tear of gratitude — is "
To ft/ary in Heaven : " " Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet
the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn.
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Contents
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LVII | 261 |
LVIII | 264 |
LIX | 268 |
LX | 271 |
LXI | 277 |
LXII | 284 |
LXIII | 287 |
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XXIX | 113 |
XXX | 121 |
XXXI | 123 |
XXXII | 131 |
XXXIII | 134 |
XXXIV | 137 |
XXXV | 140 |
XXXVI | 144 |
XXXVII | 146 |
XXXVIII | 148 |
XXXIX | 151 |
XL | 155 |
XLI | 158 |
XLII | 159 |
XLIII | 161 |
XLIV | 163 |
XLV | 175 |
XLVI | 177 |
XLVII | 191 |
XLVIII | 199 |
XLIX | 213 |
L | 216 |
LI | 229 |
LII | 237 |
LIII | 244 |
LIV | 249 |
LV | 251 |
LXIV | 292 |
LXV | 298 |
LXVI | 305 |
LXVII | 310 |
LXVIII | 320 |
LXIX | 329 |
LXX | 334 |
LXXI | 341 |
LXXII | 344 |
LXXIII | 349 |
LXXIV | 354 |
LXXV | 358 |
LXXVI | 364 |
LXXVII | 368 |
LXXVIII | 378 |
LXXIX | 381 |
LXXX | 384 |
LXXXI | 394 |
LXXXII | 397 |
LXXXIII | 399 |
LXXXIV | 409 |
LXXXV | 413 |
LXXXVI | 420 |
LXXXVII | 425 |
LXXXVIII | 430 |
LXXXIX | 434 |
XC | 436 |
XCI | 440 |
XCII | 444 |
XCIII | 451 |
XCIV | 455 |
XCV | 459 |
XCVI | 465 |
XCVII | 471 |
XCVIII | 485 |
XCIX | 487 |
C | 490 |
CI | 503 |
CII | 508 |
CIII | 510 |
CIV | 514 |
CV | 520 |
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Page 93 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 296 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly. Approach strong...
Page 61 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 42 - This castle hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his lov'd mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd The air is delicate.
Page 295 - Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all...
Page 58 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 159 - ... and now beware of rashness. Beware of rashness, but with energy and sleepless vigilance go forward and give us victories.
Page 67 - I am dying, Egypt, dying ; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.— Cleo.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Lectures - Shakespeare The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll |
| Author | Robert G. Ingersoll |
| Publisher | Reprint Services Corporation, 2007 |
| ISBN | 0781223520, 9780781223522 |
| Length | 516 pages |
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