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... Perhaps in his desperate mor- tification , he hazards a precarious gripe , and staggers on a few steps till there comes a crash , —a shriek from the bystanders who run to help , and a vista of coat - tails , as Hercules disappears ...
... Perhaps in his desperate mor- tification , he hazards a precarious gripe , and staggers on a few steps till there comes a crash , —a shriek from the bystanders who run to help , and a vista of coat - tails , as Hercules disappears ...
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... perhaps , will keep you warm . Perhaps it will . Perhaps it will not . The men are station- ed in the field , standing well apart , like so many uniformed sentinels . You are chosen , sent out in the field , and told to play up well ...
... perhaps , will keep you warm . Perhaps it will . Perhaps it will not . The men are station- ed in the field , standing well apart , like so many uniformed sentinels . You are chosen , sent out in the field , and told to play up well ...
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... perhaps impossible to state . But certain it is , that individual appeal has taken the place of didactic exhortation , and that Statement of Facts , as a College custom , I had al- most said farce , has been buried , without hope , we ...
... perhaps impossible to state . But certain it is , that individual appeal has taken the place of didactic exhortation , and that Statement of Facts , as a College custom , I had al- most said farce , has been buried , without hope , we ...
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... perhaps the sweetest revenge we could pos- sibly conceive of , would be to see the villain himself , firmly , and somewhat pain- fully prefixed to our old friend Jack , and endeavoring , ad infinitum , or until we grew compassionate ...
... perhaps the sweetest revenge we could pos- sibly conceive of , would be to see the villain himself , firmly , and somewhat pain- fully prefixed to our old friend Jack , and endeavoring , ad infinitum , or until we grew compassionate ...
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... perhaps , magnanimous enough to read . For those who were not , I may state that the custom of awarding the Yale Lit- erary Prize Medal is still , unfortunately for the editors , in existence . The award in- deed for the current year is ...
... perhaps , magnanimous enough to read . For those who were not , I may state that the custom of awarding the Yale Lit- erary Prize Medal is still , unfortunately for the editors , in existence . The award in- deed for the current year is ...
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Страница 59 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fallen asleep, I heard a voice, 'Believe no more,' And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep ; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd,
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Страница 57 - O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the...
Страница 338 - Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne — Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
Страница 64 - In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
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Страница 57 - Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the conquer'd years To one that with us works, and trust, With faith that comes of self-control, The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow from, soul in soul.
Страница 279 - He has put down the mighty from their seat, And has exalted them of low degree." Thereat King Robert muttered scornfully, ' 'Tis well that such seditious words are sung Only by priests and in the Latin tongue; For unto priests and people be it known, There is no power can push me from my throne!
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Страница 149 - The morning lark, the messenger of day, Saluted in her song the morning gray; And soon the sun arose with beams so bright, That all the horizon laughed to see the joyous sight ; He with his tepid rays the rose renews, And licks the drooping leaves, and dries the dews...