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... appeared to me , though altogether unac- quainted with military affairs , that a sort of half- savage warriors , as I had heard the Highlanders asserted to be , might , in such passes as these , attack a party of regular forces with ...
... appeared to me , though altogether unac- quainted with military affairs , that a sort of half- savage warriors , as I had heard the Highlanders asserted to be , might , in such passes as these , attack a party of regular forces with ...
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... appearance of an enemy . It was one of those promontories which run into the lake , and round the base of which the road had hitherto winded in the manner I have described . In the present case , however , the path , instead of keeping ...
... appearance of an enemy . It was one of those promontories which run into the lake , and round the base of which the road had hitherto winded in the manner I have described . In the present case , however , the path , instead of keeping ...
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... appearance ; yet still was neither found to mur- mur : they both looked upon their little boy - who , insensible of their or his own distress , was playing about the room - with inexpressible yet silent anguish , when a messenger came ...
... appearance ; yet still was neither found to mur- mur : they both looked upon their little boy - who , insensible of their or his own distress , was playing about the room - with inexpressible yet silent anguish , when a messenger came ...
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... appearance of royalty . Behind this cupboard , and completely hidden by it , was the post which Louis assigned to ... appeared , attended by two old men , who were the only assistants or waiters at the royal table . So soon as the ...
... appearance of royalty . Behind this cupboard , and completely hidden by it , was the post which Louis assigned to ... appeared , attended by two old men , who were the only assistants or waiters at the royal table . So soon as the ...
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... Appearing to have entirely forgotten the language which Crèvecœur . had held towards him in the face of his Court , the King conversed with him of old times , of events which had occurred during his own exile in the territories of Bur ...
... Appearing to have entirely forgotten the language which Crèvecœur . had held towards him in the face of his Court , the King conversed with him of old times , of events which had occurred during his own exile in the territories of Bur ...
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Page 22 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 23 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet; Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation ; And the...
Page 67 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 320 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise ! No more ;—where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Page 24 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage.
Page 68 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 73 - And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe. When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Page 176 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Page 154 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 156 - thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm...