The Youth and Manhood of Cyril Thornton, Volumen1J. & J. Harper, 1827 |
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... face , and look of self - satisfied dulness . He began Latin with a fair wind , got through his accidence with flying colours , but ran a - ground at " propria quæ mari- bus . " There he stuck . Human exertion could get him no further ...
... face , and look of self - satisfied dulness . He began Latin with a fair wind , got through his accidence with flying colours , but ran a - ground at " propria quæ mari- bus . " There he stuck . Human exertion could get him no further ...
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... face . on the ground , and there was blood on the grass . I called- I shouted aloud for assistance , and uttered wild shrieks in the helplessness of my agony . A ray of hope that the wound might not be mortal , dawned for a moment on my ...
... face . on the ground , and there was blood on the grass . I called- I shouted aloud for assistance , and uttered wild shrieks in the helplessness of my agony . A ray of hope that the wound might not be mortal , dawned for a moment on my ...
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... Faces that till now had ever been lighted up with love , seemed to scowl on me with hatred ; and I imagined myself driven forth , by those dear to me as my heart's - blood , with curses and execrations . Such ideas poured like a flood ...
... Faces that till now had ever been lighted up with love , seemed to scowl on me with hatred ; and I imagined myself driven forth , by those dear to me as my heart's - blood , with curses and execrations . Such ideas poured like a flood ...
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... faces glared on me from behind the trees , and strange and terrible voices were borne on the wind . Then would the scene ... face all ghastly and grinning , and he called me murderer and fratricide . Worn out as I was I could not rest ...
... faces glared on me from behind the trees , and strange and terrible voices were borne on the wind . Then would the scene ... face all ghastly and grinning , and he called me murderer and fratricide . Worn out as I was I could not rest ...
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... face as she pressed her quivering lips to mine , and I heard her breathe the words , " My poor boy , my Cyril ; thank God , I have yet a son ! thou , at least , art restored to me . " I clasped my feeble arms around her neck , and ...
... face as she pressed her quivering lips to mine , and I heard her breathe the words , " My poor boy , my Cyril ; thank God , I have yet a son ! thou , at least , art restored to me . " I clasped my feeble arms around her neck , and ...
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Página 19 - There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 245 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 137 - They have been with me through the dreamy night — The blessed household voices, wont to fill My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight ! I hear them still, unchang'd : — though some from earth Are music parted, and the tones of mirth — Wild, silvery tones, that rang through days more bright ! Have died in others, — yet to me they come, Singing of boyhood back — the voices of my home ! II.
Página 222 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 10 - O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream, is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines...
Página 140 - If thou wouldst stay e'en as thou art, All cold, and all serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own, But there I lay thee in thy grave — And I am now alone...
Página 181 - Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean it, Since his addiction was to courses vain, His companies unlettered, rude, and shallow, His hours filled up with riots, banquets, sports, And never noted in him any study, Any retirement, any sequestration From open haunts and popularity.
Página 79 - No check, no stay, this Streamlet fears ; How merrily it goes ! 'Twill murmur on a thousand years, And flow as now it flows.
Página 156 - The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born cavalier. The Star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o'er earth...
Página 221 - Moves not; the flat sea shines like yellow gold, Fus'd in the fire ; or like the marble floor 'Of some old temple wide. But where so wide, In old or later time, its marble floor Did ever temple boast as this, which here Spreads its bright level many a league around...