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... kind permission to use selections from their works : To Charles Scribner's Sons for " The Pearl of the Philippines " and " The Stork and the Ruby , " from the poems of Richard Henry Stoddard . To Benson J. Lossing and his publisher ...
... kind permission to use selections from their works : To Charles Scribner's Sons for " The Pearl of the Philippines " and " The Stork and the Ruby , " from the poems of Richard Henry Stoddard . To Benson J. Lossing and his publisher ...
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... kind- with which it is unnecessary to shock the reader were inflicted , but they always ter- minated with the bloody ceremony above described . It should be remarked , however , that such tortures were not the spontaneous suggestions of ...
... kind- with which it is unnecessary to shock the reader were inflicted , but they always ter- minated with the bloody ceremony above described . It should be remarked , however , that such tortures were not the spontaneous suggestions of ...
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... kind of tyranny - that of a blind fanaticism . In reflecting on these revolting usages one finds it difficult to reconcile their existence with anything like a regular form of government or an advance in civilization , yet the Mexicans ...
... kind of tyranny - that of a blind fanaticism . In reflecting on these revolting usages one finds it difficult to reconcile their existence with anything like a regular form of government or an advance in civilization , yet the Mexicans ...
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... kind- ness to give me a home in his house , though I contribute to my own support by teaching a school . I left Kimballton this morning to spend the vacation of commencement week with a friend , about five miles from Parker's Falls . My ...
... kind- ness to give me a home in his house , though I contribute to my own support by teaching a school . I left Kimballton this morning to spend the vacation of commencement week with a friend , about five miles from Parker's Falls . My ...
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... kind . 66 Therefore good deeds we record on these stones ; The evil men do let it die with their bones : I have labored as sexton this many a year , But I never have buried a bad man here . " THOMAS A. JAMES . THE STORM AT TWILIGHT . HE ...
... kind . 66 Therefore good deeds we record on these stones ; The evil men do let it die with their bones : I have labored as sexton this many a year , But I never have buried a bad man here . " THOMAS A. JAMES . THE STORM AT TWILIGHT . HE ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 99 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pagina 101 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 156 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Pagina 29 - Oh ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Pagina 251 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Pagina 434 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Pagina 462 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Pagina 462 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Pagina 298 - One morn I miss'd him on the 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 church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 298 - ... unlettered 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...