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course , as soon as he tastes it , he sputters it out Widely different is the conduct and manner of his mouth , and forthwith begins to ... no cant words ; but if mind that the medicine is for his good , and must he feels you are more ...
course , as soon as he tastes it , he sputters it out Widely different is the conduct and manner of his mouth , and forthwith begins to ... no cant words ; but if mind that the medicine is for his good , and must he feels you are more ...
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Man was gazing in reverie on the gleaming forms beonce had the bravery of the lion , where he now fore me iningled in the ... and such gems more than “ five words story set ' between a prologue and an epilogue , long , " like some rich ...
Man was gazing in reverie on the gleaming forms beonce had the bravery of the lion , where he now fore me iningled in the ... and such gems more than “ five words story set ' between a prologue and an epilogue , long , " like some rich ...
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Were his “ Dream of For often fineness compensated size : Fair Women ” a mirror , ( and is it not ? ) and Besides , the brain was like the hand , and grew were it broken to countless pieces , yet so that with using ; thence the man's ...
Were his “ Dream of For often fineness compensated size : Fair Women ” a mirror , ( and is it not ? ) and Besides , the brain was like the hand , and grew were it broken to countless pieces , yet so that with using ; thence the man's ...
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We must And some that men were in the very walls , And some they cared not ; till a clamour grew redeem our promise ... in the long years liker must they grow : struggled bravely ; but a spar struck him , and he The man be more of woman ...
We must And some that men were in the very walls , And some they cared not ; till a clamour grew redeem our promise ... in the long years liker must they grow : struggled bravely ; but a spar struck him , and he The man be more of woman ...
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205 pany them could he have found time ; but , Gertrude was also desirous of returning , for if the truth must be told ... if they did not come , although they tarried at men are sadly in the way upon these occasions . her own request .
205 pany them could he have found time ; but , Gertrude was also desirous of returning , for if the truth must be told ... if they did not come , although they tarried at men are sadly in the way upon these occasions . her own request .
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Page 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Page 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Page 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Page 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Page 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Page 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Page 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Page 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Page 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.