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... seemed to have an intuitive consciousness , that tures of its hidden pang . But his character is not his happiness and his glory were to spring out without its strong redeeming points ; for , although of the ordeals of disappointment ...
... seemed to have an intuitive consciousness , that tures of its hidden pang . But his character is not his happiness and his glory were to spring out without its strong redeeming points ; for , although of the ordeals of disappointment ...
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... seemed to hallow every sunbeam that played upon the undecked walls . Nor have Such is a brief sketch of the history of San mightier principalities disdained , in our day , to Marino . Its long immunity from conquest and recognize the ...
... seemed to hallow every sunbeam that played upon the undecked walls . Nor have Such is a brief sketch of the history of San mightier principalities disdained , in our day , to Marino . Its long immunity from conquest and recognize the ...
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... seemed to have cast his eye over the landscape of life , of men and of things , and to have viewed the scene with doubt and distrust . The great objects of vulgar pursuit , he thought , were not worth the struggle . Satisfied with a ...
... seemed to have cast his eye over the landscape of life , of men and of things , and to have viewed the scene with doubt and distrust . The great objects of vulgar pursuit , he thought , were not worth the struggle . Satisfied with a ...
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... seemed from the prostrate humility of and polished shoulders , and her lovely limbs cast his thronging courtiers , those nearest to the throne with studied negligence in attitudes of perfect and lying at full length upon the floor and ...
... seemed from the prostrate humility of and polished shoulders , and her lovely limbs cast his thronging courtiers , those nearest to the throne with studied negligence in attitudes of perfect and lying at full length upon the floor and ...
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... seemed to be the mas- ter of the revel ; for although youngest of them all , the eyes and the discourse of all the rest were chiefly directed to him ; -he it was who seemed to do the honors , and it was from him that the atten- dants ...
... seemed to be the mas- ter of the revel ; for although youngest of them all , the eyes and the discourse of all the rest were chiefly directed to him ; -he it was who seemed to do the honors , and it was from him that the atten- dants ...
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Page 85 - If any person guilty of, or charged with treason, felony, or other high misdemeanor in any State, shall flee from justice, and be found in any of the United States, he shall upon demand of the Governor or Executive power, of the State from which he fled, be delivered up and removed to the State having jurisdiction of his offence.
Page 219 - Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 5 - It is to be regretted that the prose writings of Milton should, in our time, be so little read. As compositions they deserve the attention of every man who wishes to become acquainted with the full power of the English language. They abound with passages compared with which the finest declamations of Burke sink into insignificance. They are a perfect field of cloth of gold. The style is stiff with gorgeous embroidery. Not even in the earlier books of the Paradise Lost...
Page 237 - I smile, And cry, Content, to that which grieves my heart ; And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 109 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Page 103 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 108 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Page 286 - Till the Ledaean stars so famed for love Wondered at us from above. We spent them not in toys, in lusts or wine; But search of deep philosophy, Wit, eloquence, and poetry, Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
Page 87 - State or Territory, that the person so seized or arrested doth, under the laws of the State or Territory from which he or she fled, owe service or labor to the person claiming him or her, it shall be the duty of such judge or magistrate to give a certificate thereof to such claimant, his agent or attorney, which shall be sufficient warrant for removing the said fugitive from labor to the State or Territory from which he or she fled.
Page 108 - IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.