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... standing high above the crested waves ; rocky precipices over which the waters , pent up by the narrow gorges through which they crowd , leap and roar , seethe and boil , rush and wrestle , till they reach a smoother course , when they ...
... standing high above the crested waves ; rocky precipices over which the waters , pent up by the narrow gorges through which they crowd , leap and roar , seethe and boil , rush and wrestle , till they reach a smoother course , when they ...
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... standing on a rock in the middle of the stream imme- diately above the rapid . A long cast enabled him to place his fly in the first ridges of the tossing water below . Scarcely had he made his third cast , when a swirl larger than ...
... standing on a rock in the middle of the stream imme- diately above the rapid . A long cast enabled him to place his fly in the first ridges of the tossing water below . Scarcely had he made his third cast , when a swirl larger than ...
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... re- ferred to the presumed prevalence of this disease among Congressmen ; the fluctuations of the currency follow the ups and downs of this plea- 6 6 sant parasite ; shuddering humanity stands aghast , 26 STEWART'S LITERARY.
... re- ferred to the presumed prevalence of this disease among Congressmen ; the fluctuations of the currency follow the ups and downs of this plea- 6 6 sant parasite ; shuddering humanity stands aghast , 26 STEWART'S LITERARY.
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6 6 sant parasite ; shuddering humanity stands aghast , and with bated breath ' the salutation is , my good friend , are you troubled with Tri- ciniasis ? ' " Pshaw ! " said Fred : " because a few gluttonous Germans , who will eat raw ...
6 6 sant parasite ; shuddering humanity stands aghast , and with bated breath ' the salutation is , my good friend , are you troubled with Tri- ciniasis ? ' " Pshaw ! " said Fred : " because a few gluttonous Germans , who will eat raw ...
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... standing point on the rock that held the shoreward end of the log . Scarcely had he made his first stroke ere the immense pressure from behind caused the log to bend like a reed . Quick as thought he cast the axe to the shore and ...
... standing point on the rock that held the shoreward end of the log . Scarcely had he made his first stroke ere the immense pressure from behind caused the log to bend like a reed . Quick as thought he cast the axe to the shore and ...
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Page 69 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Page 190 - Look once more ere we leave this specular mount Westward, much nearer by south-west, behold Where on the ^Egean shore a city stands Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil ; Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence...
Page 230 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 224 - Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Page 63 - Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how. Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of heaven ; I thither went With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky...
Page 114 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Page 65 - Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Page 114 - Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them; for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by observation.
Page 279 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Page 273 - With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscarr'd by spur or rod, A thousand horse, the wild, the free, Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on...