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... cold night this , " said the grocer ; " why , Seth , you seem to perspire as if you were warm ! Why don't you take your hat off ? Here , let me put your hat away . " " No ! " exclaimed poor Seth at last , with a spasmodic effort to get ...
... cold night this , " said the grocer ; " why , Seth , you seem to perspire as if you were warm ! Why don't you take your hat off ? Here , let me put your hat away . " " No ! " exclaimed poor Seth at last , with a spasmodic effort to get ...
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... cold hand effaced the motto rare ? No ! though the silk has perished , the words shall never die , Still shall true voices ring them , like a pæan to the sky ; Whilst hearts shall glow and pulses beat , Oh ! 30 The Champion's Banner .
... cold hand effaced the motto rare ? No ! though the silk has perished , the words shall never die , Still shall true voices ring them , like a pæan to the sky ; Whilst hearts shall glow and pulses beat , Oh ! 30 The Champion's Banner .
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... cold water on it . I wonder if he ever wrote epistles , Or spent his time illuminating missals ! If he did write at all , it was a lecture On love , I think , or something of the kind , And much less calculated to correct your Follies ...
... cold water on it . I wonder if he ever wrote epistles , Or spent his time illuminating missals ! If he did write at all , it was a lecture On love , I think , or something of the kind , And much less calculated to correct your Follies ...
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... cold forgotten stone The mouldering dead sleep all alone . But who is he that lingereth yet ? The fresh green sod with his tears is wet , And his heart in the bridal grave is set . Oh , who but Sir Turlough , the young and brave ...
... cold forgotten stone The mouldering dead sleep all alone . But who is he that lingereth yet ? The fresh green sod with his tears is wet , And his heart in the bridal grave is set . Oh , who but Sir Turlough , the young and brave ...
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... birds ' sweetest lays ? The friends ye prized of old , May not they your greeting crave ; Or waxeth the hand of friendship cold In the chill and cheerless grave ? Long ye not yet to press To your hearts each 106 The Dead .
... birds ' sweetest lays ? The friends ye prized of old , May not they your greeting crave ; Or waxeth the hand of friendship cold In the chill and cheerless grave ? Long ye not yet to press To your hearts each 106 The Dead .
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Page 109 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we; Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page 153 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 35 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 154 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
Page 166 - ... twere the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of which one must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Page 155 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Page 6 - With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts, Stuck close together. When down their bows they threw, And forth their bilboes...