The Heart of Oak Books, Volume 5Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D.C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... strange thing , that in sea voyages , where there is nothing to be seen but sky and sea , men should make diaries ; but in land - travel , wherein so much is to be observed , for the most part they omit it ; as if chance were fitter to ...
... strange thing , that in sea voyages , where there is nothing to be seen but sky and sea , men should make diaries ; but in land - travel , wherein so much is to be observed , for the most part they omit it ; as if chance were fitter to ...
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... strange and sweet Of tropic isle remote , and passing hailed The village with the cheers of all their fleet ; Or quarrelling together , laughed and railed Like foreign sailors , landed in the street Of seaport town , and with outlandish ...
... strange and sweet Of tropic isle remote , and passing hailed The village with the cheers of all their fleet ; Or quarrelling together , laughed and railed Like foreign sailors , landed in the street Of seaport town , and with outlandish ...
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... strange to sec such a rough and untamed stream as it looks to be so sub- dued to the purposes of man , and making cottons and wool- lens , sawing boards and marbles , and giving employment to so many men and girls . And there is a sort ...
... strange to sec such a rough and untamed stream as it looks to be so sub- dued to the purposes of man , and making cottons and wool- lens , sawing boards and marbles , and giving employment to so many men and girls . And there is a sort ...
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... strange title , which I did not understand , and have forgotten . She said that nobody had broken her solitude , and was just giving utterance to a theory that no inhabitant of Concord ever visited Sleepy Hollow , when we saw a group of ...
... strange title , which I did not understand , and have forgotten . She said that nobody had broken her solitude , and was just giving utterance to a theory that no inhabitant of Concord ever visited Sleepy Hollow , when we saw a group of ...
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... strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks , and bending under the weight of some- thing he carried on his back . He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place , but sup- posing it to be some one of the ...
... strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks , and bending under the weight of some- thing he carried on his back . He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place , but sup- posing it to be some one of the ...
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Page 226 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 260 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Page 310 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 4 - 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 172 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 171 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. " And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Page 304 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good-morning.
Page 5 - custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 229 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 347 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.