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Pagina 7
... death , While phantoms through my lonely room are flitting , And thoughts within me rise that chill my breath ! I have been dreaming , yes , of HIM been dreaming , And feasting greedy eyes upon his gifts , And in my wayward , foolish ...
... death , While phantoms through my lonely room are flitting , And thoughts within me rise that chill my breath ! I have been dreaming , yes , of HIM been dreaming , And feasting greedy eyes upon his gifts , And in my wayward , foolish ...
Pagina 17
... deaths , are under the Large Room . CORPORATION HALL , North - street . Court House , Council Rooms , Offices , & c . Police Court held Mondays , Tuesdays , Thursdays , and Saturdays , commencing at 11 o'clock . J. T. Belk , town clerk ...
... deaths , are under the Large Room . CORPORATION HALL , North - street . Court House , Council Rooms , Offices , & c . Police Court held Mondays , Tuesdays , Thursdays , and Saturdays , commencing at 11 o'clock . J. T. Belk , town clerk ...
Pagina 19
... death Should crawl the earth , and still have breath . And think not , though triumphant now O'er crush'd and prostrate Gaul , Since he who bade thy sire to bow Hath fall'n , thou canst not fall , That she who gave such hero birth , Who ...
... death Should crawl the earth , and still have breath . And think not , though triumphant now O'er crush'd and prostrate Gaul , Since he who bade thy sire to bow Hath fall'n , thou canst not fall , That she who gave such hero birth , Who ...
Pagina 22
... death of this promising child - a course and unfeel- ing mind that can turn from it without experiencing its softening influence - and a dull spirit that can perceive in it no rays of heavenly brightness , nor hues of everlasting and ...
... death of this promising child - a course and unfeel- ing mind that can turn from it without experiencing its softening influence - and a dull spirit that can perceive in it no rays of heavenly brightness , nor hues of everlasting and ...
Pagina 34
... Death , the summoner , shall come To lull thy weary soul to rest , There is a realm beyond the tomb : Hope for the Best ! T. HORATIO J. TWEDDELL , MESSLEY , PRINCIPAL BILL - POSTER & DISTRIBUTOR , 25 , CROWN STREET , MIDDLESBROUGH ...
... Death , the summoner , shall come To lull thy weary soul to rest , There is a realm beyond the tomb : Hope for the Best ! T. HORATIO J. TWEDDELL , MESSLEY , PRINCIPAL BILL - POSTER & DISTRIBUTOR , 25 , CROWN STREET , MIDDLESBROUGH ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 61 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Pagina 48 - Excelsior! ,O stay,' the maiden said, ,and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh, Excelsior! ,Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Pagina 5 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive...
Pagina 36 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve ; And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind ! we are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Pagina 4 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Pagina 14 - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Pagina 80 - His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like
Pagina 62 - ... life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. Pity me then and wish I were renew'd, Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think, Nor double penance, to correct correction. Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye Even that your pity is enough to cure me.
Pagina 67 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Pagina 23 - In the six hundredth year of Noah's life, in the second month, the seventeenth day of the month, the same day were all the fountains of the great deep broken up, and the windows of heaven were opened.