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... heaven , I tell him here , I tell him , Amelot de Vere- Let him be man of human mould , Or fiendish knight , such as of old With mortal champions vied , Let him do on his arms of proof , Or 1851 . 15 Sir Amelot De Vere .
... heaven , I tell him here , I tell him , Amelot de Vere- Let him be man of human mould , Or fiendish knight , such as of old With mortal champions vied , Let him do on his arms of proof , Or 1851 . 15 Sir Amelot De Vere .
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... slight shudder as he remarked their strength and size , and thought of the danger to which ne had been exposed on the preceding even- ing . 2 | " Compassion ! Merciful Heaven ! In yon- der 1851 . 17 The Rival Painters .
... slight shudder as he remarked their strength and size , and thought of the danger to which ne had been exposed on the preceding even- ing . 2 | " Compassion ! Merciful Heaven ! In yon- der 1851 . 17 The Rival Painters .
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... Heaven ! sorrow and suffering have turned his brain . " " Ah , my father , my mother , my little sister ! " cried Antonio , with loud sobs . A tear rolled down Rembrandt's wrin- kled cheeks . " Is what you tell me true ? How ! my ...
... Heaven ! sorrow and suffering have turned his brain . " " Ah , my father , my mother , my little sister ! " cried Antonio , with loud sobs . A tear rolled down Rembrandt's wrin- kled cheeks . " Is what you tell me true ? How ! my ...
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" Compassion ! Merciful Heaven ! In yon- der accursed house they have no compas- " the misery of this family is but the conse- sion for the grandson of its master's sister . " quence of their own fault , but still it is in- Nicholas now ...
" Compassion ! Merciful Heaven ! In yon- der accursed house they have no compas- " the misery of this family is but the conse- sion for the grandson of its master's sister . " quence of their own fault , but still it is in- Nicholas now ...
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... Heaven ! what a crowd this man ! " throngs the streets ! there go the cannon , and the houses are all illuminated ! What can be the matter ? Ha , worthy Burgomaster ! wherefore are you arrayed thus in your holi- day suit ? Whence this ...
... Heaven ! what a crowd this man ! " throngs the streets ! there go the cannon , and the houses are all illuminated ! What can be the matter ? Ha , worthy Burgomaster ! wherefore are you arrayed thus in your holi- day suit ? Whence this ...
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Page 71 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 459 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Page 422 - Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Page 171 - ... it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national Union to your collective and individual happiness...
Page 285 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Page 71 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 76 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 510 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell : Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Page 31 - In the same pious confidence, beside her friend and sister, here sleep the remains of Dorothy Gray, widow, the careful, tender mother of many children, one of whom alone had the misfortune to survive her.
Page 220 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.