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... troop of lancers dashing along the Mexican lines , while the balls careered wildly through the ranks or listens to the deep voice of the cannon's opening of the Tennessee and Mississippi regiments . The bland and winning smile ...
... troop of lancers dashing along the Mexican lines , while the balls careered wildly through the ranks or listens to the deep voice of the cannon's opening of the Tennessee and Mississippi regiments . The bland and winning smile ...
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Not so difficult as one would suppose , sister , " said Mr. Rosman , smiling . " I have long known Harver's will , and consequently enquired very diligently about these young gentlemen . All that I have heard convinces . me ...
Not so difficult as one would suppose , sister , " said Mr. Rosman , smiling . " I have long known Harver's will , and consequently enquired very diligently about these young gentlemen . All that I have heard convinces . me ...
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The tend'rest flower bedrenched with rain , Still lifts its head and smiles again When morning light dispels the cloud Which lately thandered fast and loud , And thou , my heart , be as the flower . The little stream , with crystai flow ...
The tend'rest flower bedrenched with rain , Still lifts its head and smiles again When morning light dispels the cloud Which lately thandered fast and loud , And thou , my heart , be as the flower . The little stream , with crystai flow ...
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... replied the Moor , with a sardonic smile . The The Viscount turned pale and advanced towards Kaf in a threatening manner . Moor laid his hand with affected carelessness on a dagger which stuck in his girdle .
... replied the Moor , with a sardonic smile . The The Viscount turned pale and advanced towards Kaf in a threatening manner . Moor laid his hand with affected carelessness on a dagger which stuck in his girdle .
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said he , with a sinister smile ; " now I am satisfied . " For months the Moor lay in a burning tever . In his frame life seemed to wrestle with death ; but life came off the victor . CHAPTER XXVIII .
said he , with a sinister smile ; " now I am satisfied . " For months the Moor lay in a burning tever . In his frame life seemed to wrestle with death ; but life came off the victor . CHAPTER XXVIII .
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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.