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... land- scape , and the frequent windings of the Ourthe , and the occurrence of hills , cause a constant succession of bridges and tunnels ; and all your weariness disappears at the sight of the wooded heights , the swift - flowing river ...
... land- scape , and the frequent windings of the Ourthe , and the occurrence of hills , cause a constant succession of bridges and tunnels ; and all your weariness disappears at the sight of the wooded heights , the swift - flowing river ...
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... land him ? What a scourge was he for France , Europe , the world ! Even Bacon himself was a miracle of knowledge ; but has not the poet cut his character in sharp letters , comprehended in a single line ; to be read and approved by all ...
... land him ? What a scourge was he for France , Europe , the world ! Even Bacon himself was a miracle of knowledge ; but has not the poet cut his character in sharp letters , comprehended in a single line ; to be read and approved by all ...
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... land which he has wormed out Jones to be on his way to purchase . Suggs overtakes the traveller , and as the captain struck his heels against Ball's sides , Mr. Jones seemed to grow nervous . ' Whereabouts does your land lie ? ' he ...
... land which he has wormed out Jones to be on his way to purchase . Suggs overtakes the traveller , and as the captain struck his heels against Ball's sides , Mr. Jones seemed to grow nervous . ' Whereabouts does your land lie ? ' he ...
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... land in somebody else's name before Jones gets thar ! honesty's the best policy . Honesty's the bright spot in But any man's character ! Fair play's a jewel , but honesty beats it all to pieces ! stake that Simon Suggs will ALLERS tie ...
... land in somebody else's name before Jones gets thar ! honesty's the best policy . Honesty's the bright spot in But any man's character ! Fair play's a jewel , but honesty beats it all to pieces ! stake that Simon Suggs will ALLERS tie ...
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... land . France and Prussia have , in our times , been added to the countries in which the land has been divided into small estates of working peasant proprietors . In every country of Europe , under whatever form of government , however ...
... land . France and Prussia have , in our times , been added to the countries in which the land has been divided into small estates of working peasant proprietors . In every country of Europe , under whatever form of government , however ...
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Seite 177 - What is that, Mother ? The swan, my love ! He is floating down, from his native grove ; No loved one, now, no nestling, nigh, He is floating down, by himself, to die; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song, is the last, he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swanlike and sweet, it may waft thee home!
Seite 257 - INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ; Ever in...
Seite 163 - The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air nests : but the son of man hath not where to lay his head.
Seite 295 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand, "Twixt poplars straight, the osier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Seite 49 - He stretched some chords, and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew. Then King Admetus, one who had Pure taste by right divine...
Seite 177 - The swan, my love !He is floating down from his native grove ; No loved one now, no nestling nigh, He is floating down, by himself to die : Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home.
Seite 151 - George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray Less bright, and less, was flung; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower, So heavily it hung.
Seite 177 - What is that mother ? The eagle, boy ! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying ; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, and true to the line.
Seite 11 - But the greatest error of all the rest is the mistaking or misplacing of the last or furthest end of knowledge. For men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite ; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight ; sometimes for ornament and reputation; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction; and most times for lucre and profession...
Seite 177 - What is that, mother ? The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, — In friendship as faithful, as constant' in love. What is that, mother...