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Pagina 6
... spirit deplored the excesses of the times , he contrived to fill his money - bags out of the superfluous income of his see , and he piously thought , after frequent inspection , that his coffers , like the wi- dow's cruise of oil ...
... spirit deplored the excesses of the times , he contrived to fill his money - bags out of the superfluous income of his see , and he piously thought , after frequent inspection , that his coffers , like the wi- dow's cruise of oil ...
Pagina 10
... spirit . ' Lanteen sighed . The knight who so opportunely served you was , I have no doubt , one of those itinerant vagabonds , who , regardless of their own lives , travel from city to city in the hope of taking away that of others ...
... spirit . ' Lanteen sighed . The knight who so opportunely served you was , I have no doubt , one of those itinerant vagabonds , who , regardless of their own lives , travel from city to city in the hope of taking away that of others ...
Pagina 11
... spirit is about him , and no doubt he has long since dissipated the ten purses of broad pieces which I sent him . Well , ' he continued , looking back upon the sledge that bore his treasure , I give God thanks that he has so early ...
... spirit is about him , and no doubt he has long since dissipated the ten purses of broad pieces which I sent him . Well , ' he continued , looking back upon the sledge that bore his treasure , I give God thanks that he has so early ...
Pagina 12
... spirit the prelate sought his cham- ber ; Lanteen was conducted to apartments provided for her , and neither was blessed with a good night's sleep . The lady dreamt of her guardian knight , and the bishop of his money - bags . " Morning ...
... spirit the prelate sought his cham- ber ; Lanteen was conducted to apartments provided for her , and neither was blessed with a good night's sleep . The lady dreamt of her guardian knight , and the bishop of his money - bags . " Morning ...
Pagina 18
THE MIDNIGHT CRY . ' This is the hour when spirits walk abroad . ' EVERY one believes in ghosts - no one will confess it . Sir Walter Scott , I am happy to find , is above this weakness , and I was once present at an occurrence which ...
THE MIDNIGHT CRY . ' This is the hour when spirits walk abroad . ' EVERY one believes in ghosts - no one will confess it . Sir Walter Scott , I am happy to find , is above this weakness , and I was once present at an occurrence which ...
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Pagina 265 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
Pagina 253 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Pagina 196 - is the key of heaven and of hell; a drop of blood shed in the cause of God, a night spent in arms, is of more avail than two months of fasting and prayer; whosoever falls in battle, his sins are forgiven; at the day of judgment his wounds shall be resplendent as vermilion, and odoriferous as musk; and the loss of his limbs shall be supplied by the wings of angels and cherubim.
Pagina 150 - For while with their knife which they hold in one hand they cut the meate out of the dish, they fasten their forke which they hold in their other hand upon the same dish...
Pagina 259 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Pagina 69 - And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom!
Pagina 3 - Thou need'st nor helm nor cuirass, now, —Beyond the Grecian hero's boast, — Thou wilt not quail thy naked brow, Nor shrink before a myriad host, — For head and heel alike are sound, A thousand arrows cannot wound ! Thy mother is not in thy dreams, With that wild...
Pagina 42 - He seems indeed to be the model of that perfect character, which, under the denomination of a sage or wise man, philosophers have been fond of delineating, rather as a fiction of their imagination, than in hopes of ever seeing it really existing...
Pagina 258 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed; in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Pagina 144 - I look for Ghosts; but none will force Their way to me: — 'tis falsely said That there was ever intercourse Between the living and the dead; For, surely, then I should have sight Of Him I wait for day and night, With love and longings infinite.