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... never ' ! If Hope prostrate lie ' , Love too will sink and die ' . But Love is subtle ' , and doth proof derive From her own life ' that Hope is yet alive ' ; And bending o'er ' , with soul - transfusing eyes ' , And the soft murmurs of ...
... never ' ! If Hope prostrate lie ' , Love too will sink and die ' . But Love is subtle ' , and doth proof derive From her own life ' that Hope is yet alive ' ; And bending o'er ' , with soul - transfusing eyes ' , And the soft murmurs of ...
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... never Forsaken . III . The Family Meeting . IV . Tact and Talent .. V. Rain upon the Roof . VI . Good Advice ..... VII . True Knowledge .. PART IV . Goldsmith . 132 .NEW YORK SPECTATOR . 133 .Charles Sprague . 135 ..LONDON ATLAS . 136 ...
... never Forsaken . III . The Family Meeting . IV . Tact and Talent .. V. Rain upon the Roof . VI . Good Advice ..... VII . True Knowledge .. PART IV . Goldsmith . 132 .NEW YORK SPECTATOR . 133 .Charles Sprague . 135 ..LONDON ATLAS . 136 ...
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... Never Despair . VI . God is Every where . .Edgar A. Poe . 489 THOMAS CARLYLE . 492 DEWEY . 492 Anonymous . 493 Anonymous . 495 ..Anonymous . 495 .Walter Scott . 496 Paternal Affection .. PART XI . ANCIENT HISTORY PRIOR TO THE CHRISTIAN ...
... Never Despair . VI . God is Every where . .Edgar A. Poe . 489 THOMAS CARLYLE . 492 DEWEY . 492 Anonymous . 493 Anonymous . 495 ..Anonymous . 495 .Walter Scott . 496 Paternal Affection .. PART XI . ANCIENT HISTORY PRIOR TO THE CHRISTIAN ...
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... never make` one . It is not so easy to hide one's faults as to mend them . CASSIUS . I may do that I shall be sorry for . BRUTUS . You have done that you should be sorry for . ( The varied effects of emphatic stress and emphatic ...
... never make` one . It is not so easy to hide one's faults as to mend them . CASSIUS . I may do that I shall be sorry for . BRUTUS . You have done that you should be sorry for . ( The varied effects of emphatic stress and emphatic ...
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Marcius Willson. utter words without meaning . But such a person could never be sure of reading a new piece , or even a single sentence , correctly . The chief rea- son why so many are poor readers is , either they do not fully ...
Marcius Willson. utter words without meaning . But such a person could never be sure of reading a new piece , or even a single sentence , correctly . The chief rea- son why so many are poor readers is , either they do not fully ...
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Page 82 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
Page 490 - 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 !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 314 - Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice — Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 534 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Page 42 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the Flood.
Page 533 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 491 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Page 531 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Page 491 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 489 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.