The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 5Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 - Literature |
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... seemed at that hour the unearthly clank and rush of the train . It was a mild , serene midsum- mer's night . The sky was without a cloud ; the winds were whist . The moon , then in the last quarter , had just risen , and the stars shone ...
... seemed at that hour the unearthly clank and rush of the train . It was a mild , serene midsum- mer's night . The sky was without a cloud ; the winds were whist . The moon , then in the last quarter , had just risen , and the stars shone ...
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... 666 ' Clients , ' sir ! " said my friend . Lampton is not a lawyer . " " Mr. " I beg pardon ; I thought you said he rode the circuit ? " We call it a circuit , " said the stranger . who seemed by no means flattered . “ We " 30 THE CIRCUIT .
... 666 ' Clients , ' sir ! " said my friend . Lampton is not a lawyer . " " Mr. " I beg pardon ; I thought you said he rode the circuit ? " We call it a circuit , " said the stranger . who seemed by no means flattered . “ We " 30 THE CIRCUIT .
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... seemed by no means flattered . " We divide the province , as in the almanac , into circuits , in each of which we separately carry on our business of manufacturing and selling clocks . There are few , I guess , " said the clockmaker ...
... seemed by no means flattered . " We divide the province , as in the almanac , into circuits , in each of which we separately carry on our business of manufacturing and selling clocks . There are few , I guess , " said the clockmaker ...
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... seemed rather to have been natural than to have arisen from the force of tools upon them . The king also had a fine contrivance for an ascent to the upper room over the temple , and that was by steps in the thickness of its wall ; for ...
... seemed rather to have been natural than to have arisen from the force of tools upon them . The king also had a fine contrivance for an ascent to the upper room over the temple , and that was by steps in the thickness of its wall ; for ...
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... seemed to fix her eye , yet failed to fill her thought . Her mind wandered , her soul was far away , and the objects ... seemed to stream across the space between and find its way into her own eyes . Very piercing and beautiful was that ...
... seemed to fix her eye , yet failed to fill her thought . Her mind wandered , her soul was far away , and the objects ... seemed to stream across the space between and find its way into her own eyes . Very piercing and beautiful was that ...
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Page 98 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 312 - 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; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Page 396 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Page 266 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually. Stand still you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come. Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make Perpetual day: or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul.
Page 100 - How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly.
Page 274 - WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 474 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Page 320 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?— Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 188 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit : The first true gentleman, that ever breathed.
Page 106 - ... than all the gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their firstborn sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested...