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... seen in Peru . The mountain slopes they cut into terraces , and thus with the vary- ing heights were able to cultivate the products as well of the Tropics as of the Temperate Zone . The dry plains , where the rain seldom or never falls ...
... seen in Peru . The mountain slopes they cut into terraces , and thus with the vary- ing heights were able to cultivate the products as well of the Tropics as of the Temperate Zone . The dry plains , where the rain seldom or never falls ...
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... seen , a wretched creature such as I then was ? I had feelings of honor - naval honor - honor that blooms on the drum - head - honor that struts in a red sash , and feathered hat . I would release her ! As though love were an attorney's ...
... seen , a wretched creature such as I then was ? I had feelings of honor - naval honor - honor that blooms on the drum - head - honor that struts in a red sash , and feathered hat . I would release her ! As though love were an attorney's ...
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... seen by the red glare of the setting sun , drifting rapidly on a sunk ledge of rock which guarded the little bay . ( At the ebb of tide a rapid current set north- ward just outside this dangerous reef , but the tide was flowing now ) ...
... seen by the red glare of the setting sun , drifting rapidly on a sunk ledge of rock which guarded the little bay . ( At the ebb of tide a rapid current set north- ward just outside this dangerous reef , but the tide was flowing now ) ...
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... seen in the fast - receding light , sitting erect in the stern sheets , and steering with coolness and skill ; a little gray cloth cap was pulled tightly down over his small and classical head , and the ends of his long black silk ...
... seen in the fast - receding light , sitting erect in the stern sheets , and steering with coolness and skill ; a little gray cloth cap was pulled tightly down over his small and classical head , and the ends of his long black silk ...
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... seen a woman step in , handsome or not , well - dressed or not , and a workman in hob - nail shoes , or a dandy in the height of the fashion , rise up and give her his place . I think Mr. Spectator , with his short face , if he had seen ...
... seen a woman step in , handsome or not , well - dressed or not , and a workman in hob - nail shoes , or a dandy in the height of the fashion , rise up and give her his place . I think Mr. Spectator , with his short face , if he had seen ...
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Page 2 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 357 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 1 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 4 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Page 6 - Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth. And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 6 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Page 5 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 331 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Page 331 - We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 2 - Await alike the inevitable hour; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.