The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and with Introductions, Volume 15Merrill and Baker, 1898 - 9822 pages |
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Page 6831
... leaves , fell straightway into a very great doubt , and smoked for half an hour without saying a word ; at length , laying his finger beside his nose , and shutting his eyes for a moment , with the air of a man who has just caught a ...
... leaves , fell straightway into a very great doubt , and smoked for half an hour without saying a word ; at length , laying his finger beside his nose , and shutting his eyes for a moment , with the air of a man who has just caught a ...
Page 6841
... leaving their shoes at the door , and entering devoutly in their stocking feet . After scrubbing the floor , sprinkling it with fine white sand , which was curiously stroked into angles , and curves , and rhom- boids , with a broom ...
... leaving their shoes at the door , and entering devoutly in their stocking feet . After scrubbing the floor , sprinkling it with fine white sand , which was curiously stroked into angles , and curves , and rhom- boids , with a broom ...
Page 6843
... leave of them with a hearty smack at the door ; which , as it was an established piece of etiquette , done in per- fect simplicity and honesty of heart , occasioned no scandal at that time , nor should it at the present - if our great ...
... leave of them with a hearty smack at the door ; which , as it was an established piece of etiquette , done in per- fect simplicity and honesty of heart , occasioned no scandal at that time , nor should it at the present - if our great ...
Page 6844
... leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand - Pré . Ye who believe in affection that hopes , and ...
... leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand - Pré . Ye who believe in affection that hopes , and ...
Page 6845
... leaves . Fair was she to behold , that maiden of seventeen summers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her ...
... leaves . Fair was she to behold , that maiden of seventeen summers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her ...
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Page 6954 - It is important, likewise, that the habits of thinking in a free country should inspire caution in those intrusted with its administration to confine themselves within their respective constitutional spheres, avoiding in the exercise of the powers of one department to encroach upon another. The spirit of encroachment tends to consolidate the powers of all the departments in one and thus to create, whatever the form of government, a real despotism.
Page 7300 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 7304 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me : As he died to make men holy, let us...
Page 6935 - If I were an American as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never!
Page 6952 - However combinations or associations of the above description may now and then answer popular ends, they are likely, in the course of time and things, to become potent engines by which cunning, ambitious, and unprincipled men will be enabled to subvert the power of the people and to usurp for themselves the reins of government, destroying afterwards the very engines which have lifted them to unjust dominion.
Page 7284 - At this second appearing to take the oath of the presidential office, there is less occasion for an extended address than there was at the first. Then a statement, somewhat in detail, of a course to be pursued, seemed fitting and proper. Now, at the expiration of four years, during which public declarations have been constantly called forth on every point and phase of the great contest which still absorbs the attention and engrosses the energies of the nation, little that is new could be presented.
Page 7304 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Page 6918 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
Page 7304 - I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; 10 Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 6918 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.