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... rest , Living or dying none were blest . Beyond the flight of time , Beyond this vale of death , There surely is some blessed clime , Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire , Whose sparks fly upward and expire ...
... rest , Living or dying none were blest . Beyond the flight of time , Beyond this vale of death , There surely is some blessed clime , Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire , Whose sparks fly upward and expire ...
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... rest , to walk abroad , to do almost as he desired him . And when the day came on which they must remove her , in her earthly shape from earthly eyes for ever , he led him away , that he might not know when she was taken from him . were ...
... rest , to walk abroad , to do almost as he desired him . And when the day came on which they must remove her , in her earthly shape from earthly eyes for ever , he led him away , that he might not know when she was taken from him . were ...
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... numbers of men in active life , it is found that about 24 avoirdu- pois of dry food per day are required for each individual : of this , about three - quarters are vegetable , and the rest 28 CREATION A CONTINUOUS WORK .
... numbers of men in active life , it is found that about 24 avoirdu- pois of dry food per day are required for each individual : of this , about three - quarters are vegetable , and the rest 28 CREATION A CONTINUOUS WORK .
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about three - quarters are vegetable , and the rest animal . Assum- ing a standard of 140lb as the weight of the body , the amount of oxygen consumed daily is nearly 2b , which results from breath- ing about 25 or 30 hogsheads of air ...
about three - quarters are vegetable , and the rest animal . Assum- ing a standard of 140lb as the weight of the body , the amount of oxygen consumed daily is nearly 2b , which results from breath- ing about 25 or 30 hogsheads of air ...
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... rest . The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing spirits ' rise and fall , We know that these were felt by him , For these are felt by all . He suffered - but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed but his delights are fled ; Had ...
... rest . The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing spirits ' rise and fall , We know that these were felt by him , For these are felt by all . He suffered - but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed but his delights are fled ; Had ...
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Page 47 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Page 328 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Page 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 121 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Page 240 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 95 - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
Page 121 - Nature's soft nurse, how have I flighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Page 399 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.