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... heart and the feelings . For it cannot be expected that those portions of an author which require for their comprehension a laborious and minute explanation on the part of the teacher , and a great exercise of thought on the part of the ...
... heart and the feelings . For it cannot be expected that those portions of an author which require for their comprehension a laborious and minute explanation on the part of the teacher , and a great exercise of thought on the part of the ...
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... to his heart . In that moment , no doubt , all that had cast a slight passing cloud over their long and pure friendship was forgotten . It was now between seven and eight in the morning . He DEATH OF WILLIAM THE THIRD . 11.
... to his heart . In that moment , no doubt , all that had cast a slight passing cloud over their long and pure friendship was forgotten . It was now between seven and eight in the morning . He DEATH OF WILLIAM THE THIRD . 11.
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... hearts in your bodies ! Roar with all your threats , of cartilage and metal , ye Sons of Liberty ; stir spasmodically whatsoever of utmost faculty is in you , soul , body , or spirit ; for it is the hour ! Smite , thou Louis Tournay ...
... hearts in your bodies ! Roar with all your threats , of cartilage and metal , ye Sons of Liberty ; stir spasmodically whatsoever of utmost faculty is in you , soul , body , or spirit ; for it is the hour ! Smite , thou Louis Tournay ...
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... heart that thinks without pity of those long months and years of slow , wasting ignominy ; of thy birth , soft cradled in imperial Schönbrunn , the winds of heaven not to visit thy face too roughly , thy DEATH OF MARIE - ANTOINETTE . 25 25.
... heart that thinks without pity of those long months and years of slow , wasting ignominy ; of thy birth , soft cradled in imperial Schönbrunn , the winds of heaven not to visit thy face too roughly , thy DEATH OF MARIE - ANTOINETTE . 25 25.
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... heart to say , God pity thee ! O think not of these ; think of Him whom thou worshippest , the Crucified - who also treading the wine - press alone , fronted sorrow still deeper , and triumphed over it and made it holy , and built of it ...
... heart to say , God pity thee ! O think not of these ; think of Him whom thou worshippest , the Crucified - who also treading the wine - press alone , fronted sorrow still deeper , and triumphed over it and made it holy , and built of it ...
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Page 283 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 287 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 282 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 302 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
Page 301 - I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Page 132 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Page 243 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 207 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 128 - Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son : Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Page 88 - No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us : they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains, which the British ministry have been so long forging.