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... Latin at his own table ; for which reason he desired a particular friend of his at the University to find him out a clergyman rather of plain sense than much learning , of a good aspect , a clear voice , a sociable temper , and , if ...
... Latin at his own table ; for which reason he desired a particular friend of his at the University to find him out a clergyman rather of plain sense than much learning , of a good aspect , a clear voice , a sociable temper , and , if ...
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... ( Latin ad , to , and celerare , to hasten , from celer , swift ) .- To cause to move quickly ; to hasten ( transitive ) . Acclamation ( Latin , ad , to , or at , and clamare , to shout ) .- A shouting out ; a shout of applause or assent ...
... ( Latin ad , to , and celerare , to hasten , from celer , swift ) .- To cause to move quickly ; to hasten ( transitive ) . Acclamation ( Latin , ad , to , or at , and clamare , to shout ) .- A shouting out ; a shout of applause or assent ...
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... ( Latin ars , art ; and facere , to make ) .- One who makes things with artistic skill ; a skilled work- man ; mechanic . Askance . Sideways ; obliquely . Assiduity ( Latin , assiduus , from assi- dere , to sit by or near , from ad , to ...
... ( Latin ars , art ; and facere , to make ) .- One who makes things with artistic skill ; a skilled work- man ; mechanic . Askance . Sideways ; obliquely . Assiduity ( Latin , assiduus , from assi- dere , to sit by or near , from ad , to ...
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... ( Latin canticulum , diminutive of canticum , from cantus , singing ) .— A little song or hymn . Canto ( Italian word , from Latin cantus , singing ) .-- One of the chief divisions of a long poem . Cap - a - pie ( French expression , from ...
... ( Latin canticulum , diminutive of canticum , from cantus , singing ) .— A little song or hymn . Canto ( Italian word , from Latin cantus , singing ) .-- One of the chief divisions of a long poem . Cap - a - pie ( French expression , from ...
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... ( Latin decorus , from decor , grace , beauty ) .- Propriety of manner or conduct ; seemliness , decency . Delectable ( Latin delectare , to delight ) . --- Delightful . Delirium ( Latin delirare , to wander out of the furrow , and so to ...
... ( Latin decorus , from decor , grace , beauty ) .- Propriety of manner or conduct ; seemliness , decency . Delectable ( Latin delectare , to delight ) . --- Delightful . Delirium ( Latin delirare , to wander out of the furrow , and so to ...
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Page 107 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Page 276 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Page 63 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 319 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 316 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 134 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
Page 19 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 110 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Page 49 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Page 198 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...