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It was or trial of arms . Weapons were in everybody's welcomed with lively acclamations , and was more bosom , and everybody counted on the chance of extensively circulated and more generally read , getting into difficulty .
It was or trial of arms . Weapons were in everybody's welcomed with lively acclamations , and was more bosom , and everybody counted on the chance of extensively circulated and more generally read , getting into difficulty .
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Both were into Canada in pursuit of Proctor , was well pro- equally objects of admiration with the youthful vided in arms , in provisions , and in camp equip- and ardent soldiery whom they were about to age . lead forth , for the first ...
Both were into Canada in pursuit of Proctor , was well pro- equally objects of admiration with the youthful vided in arms , in provisions , and in camp equip- and ardent soldiery whom they were about to age . lead forth , for the first ...
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In attempting to leap tory ; but he , whose stalwart arm had opened the some fell , and were passed in a twinkling ... Townsend clasped the bleeding hero dangers , the little band started on their errand of in his arms , and , careless ...
In attempting to leap tory ; but he , whose stalwart arm had opened the some fell , and were passed in a twinkling ... Townsend clasped the bleeding hero dangers , the little band started on their errand of in his arms , and , careless ...
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He 66 " I leave it to my aunt , " murmured she , throwing herself into Madam Charlotte arms . " To me ? " cried she- " but you put me in a very delicate situation , my dear - indeed I know not . " Pronouncing these words , she looked ...
He 66 " I leave it to my aunt , " murmured she , throwing herself into Madam Charlotte arms . " To me ? " cried she- " but you put me in a very delicate situation , my dear - indeed I know not . " Pronouncing these words , she looked ...
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Dog of a Moor ! slave of an unbelieving race ! dost thou blaspheme ! " exclaimed the Viscount . " Cursed infidel ! " The Viscount suddenly stopped , arrested by the appearance of the Moor who had raised his head and folded his arms upon ...
Dog of a Moor ! slave of an unbelieving race ! dost thou blaspheme ! " exclaimed the Viscount . " Cursed infidel ! " The Viscount suddenly stopped , arrested by the appearance of the Moor who had raised his head and folded his arms upon ...
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Page 573 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 386 - How can it enter into the thoughts of man, that the soul, which is capable of such immense perfections, and of receiving new improvements, to all eternity, shall fall away into nothing, almost as soon as it is created...
Page 576 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness, This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 386 - Would he give us talents that are not to be exerted? capacities that are never to be gratified? How can we find that wisdom which shines through all his works, in the formation of man, without looking on this world as only a nursery...
Page 576 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 515 - ... that it swam upon or near the surface, arching back its long neck like the swan, and occasionally darting it down at the fish which happened to float within its reach...
Page 552 - Father!" at length he murmured low, and wept like childhood then; Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men! He thought on all his glorious hopes, and all his young renown ; He flung the falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down.
Page 554 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 576 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 56 - The pride of thine heart hath deceived thee, thou that dwellest in the clefts of the rock, whose habitation is high; that saith in his heart, "Who shall bring me down to the ground?" Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and though thou set thy nest among the stars, thence will I bring thee down, saith the Lord.