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... head- land , presenting its bold front to the sea . That is the way , said I to myself , that John Bull puts on a stout look to the world : but , as behind this rock there are soft rural scenes , so , under a rough exterior , he carries ...
... head- land , presenting its bold front to the sea . That is the way , said I to myself , that John Bull puts on a stout look to the world : but , as behind this rock there are soft rural scenes , so , under a rough exterior , he carries ...
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... head , in the midst of other less showy , but not less pretty , daughters of the earth . On each side of the gate stood a fine elm ; and in one corner of the yard , near the door , was a tall poplar , which the poetess , no doubt , had ...
... head , in the midst of other less showy , but not less pretty , daughters of the earth . On each side of the gate stood a fine elm ; and in one corner of the yard , near the door , was a tall poplar , which the poetess , no doubt , had ...
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... head of their Academy and to the highest place in art . But , though his greatest distinctions were obtained in Britain , America does not forget that he is her own offspring : not only was his genius first developed in his native ...
... head of their Academy and to the highest place in art . But , though his greatest distinctions were obtained in Britain , America does not forget that he is her own offspring : not only was his genius first developed in his native ...
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... head which had been his organ of thought - the very hand which had penned those immortal works , —were all now near us , deposited beneath the very stone on which we were standing . - Few pilgrims , indeed , have yet been attracted to ...
... head which had been his organ of thought - the very hand which had penned those immortal works , —were all now near us , deposited beneath the very stone on which we were standing . - Few pilgrims , indeed , have yet been attracted to ...
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... head , -when I think of the momentous realities of that time , and of the awfulness of the account I shall have to give of myself , how can literary fame appear to me but as -nothing ? Who will think of it then ? If , at death , we ...
... head , -when I think of the momentous realities of that time , and of the awfulness of the account I shall have to give of myself , how can literary fame appear to me but as -nothing ? Who will think of it then ? If , at death , we ...
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Страница 138 - Every year of its duration has teemed with fresh proofs of its utility and its blessings; and, although our territory has stretched out wider and wider, and our population spread farther and farther, they have not outrun its protection or its benefits. It has been to us all a copious fountain of national, social, and personal happiness.
Страница 308 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Страница 144 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Страница 145 - And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Страница 140 - On this question of principle, while actual suffering was yet afar off, they raised their flag against a power, to which, for purposes of foreign conquest and subjugation, Rome, in the height of her glory, is not to be compared ; a power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England.
Страница 105 - ... there at the foot of yonder nodding beech that wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, his listless length at noontide would he stretch, and pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 138 - I profess, sir, in my career hitherto to have kept steadily in view the prosperity and honor of the whole country, and the preservation of our federal Union. It is to that Union we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and dignity abroad. It is to that Union that we are chiefly indebted for whatever makes us most proud of our country.
Страница 146 - It sounds. to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Страница 206 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Страница 100 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...