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... heard of Paris in the morning , un- dressed , unshaven , uncurled , and un- comfortable , for the simple reason that no one has ever been up early enough to see him in that condition . When I speak of morning I mean , of course , the ...
... heard of Paris in the morning , un- dressed , unshaven , uncurled , and un- comfortable , for the simple reason that no one has ever been up early enough to see him in that condition . When I speak of morning I mean , of course , the ...
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... heard that name be- fore ? I searched the cobwebbed store - rooms of memory . Ah ! there it is , in that old chest of school- boy reminiscences . Yes , I had been at Rugby with a Sherwood , but it could scarcely be this one , for I re ...
... heard that name be- fore ? I searched the cobwebbed store - rooms of memory . Ah ! there it is , in that old chest of school- boy reminiscences . Yes , I had been at Rugby with a Sherwood , but it could scarcely be this one , for I re ...
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... heard the laugh that springs from real heart's mirth , when happiness is so burning within that it must needs burst out in that music , which angels love better than sighs and tears - to me this merri- ment had a new charm . I rang the ...
... heard the laugh that springs from real heart's mirth , when happiness is so burning within that it must needs burst out in that music , which angels love better than sighs and tears - to me this merri- ment had a new charm . I rang the ...
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... heard . My cellar is not large , for I live like an Arab , mostly on water ; but I have three dozen of this nectar , a bottle of which I produce on every choice occa- sion . It is grown and made on a little strip of land where , eight ...
... heard . My cellar is not large , for I live like an Arab , mostly on water ; but I have three dozen of this nectar , a bottle of which I produce on every choice occa- sion . It is grown and made on a little strip of land where , eight ...
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... heard of Von Ritter ? " he asked . " Of course you don't mean the man who wrote that extraordinary book ? " " The man who wrote Eutopia , ' " said Konrad , drawing himself up with mock gravity , " the first philosopher of Germany , sir ...
... heard of Von Ritter ? " he asked . " Of course you don't mean the man who wrote that extraordinary book ? " " The man who wrote Eutopia , ' " said Konrad , drawing himself up with mock gravity , " the first philosopher of Germany , sir ...
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Página 4 - Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer : and ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him.
Página 619 - The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Página 93 - There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little Hiawatha, Rocked him in his linden cradle, Bedded soft in moss and rushes, Safely bound with reindeer sinews; Stilled his fretful wail by saying, "Hush! the Naked Bear will hear thee'." Lulled him into slumber, singing, "Ewa-yea! my little owlet!
Página 94 - And a deer came down the pathway, Flecked with leafy light and shadow. And his heart within him fluttered, Trembled like the leaves above him, Like the birch-leaf palpitated, As the deer came down the pathway. Then, upon one knee uprising, Hiawatha aimed an arrow ; Scarce a twig moved with his motion, Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled, But the wary roebuck started, Stamped with all his hoofs together, Listened with one foot uplifted, Leaped as if to meet the arrow ; Ah ! the singing, fatal arrow,...
Página 98 - Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the kingdom of Ponemah, To the land of the Hereafter ! VOCABULAEY THE SONG OF HIAWATHA.
Página 500 - are most of them old decayed serving-men, and tapsters, and such kind of fellows ; and," said I, " their troops are Gentlemen's sons, younger sons and persons of quality : do you think that the spirits of such base and mean fellows will ever be able to encounter gentlemen, that have honor and courage and resolution in them...
Página 463 - This was the truest warrior That ever buckled sword, This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word ; And never earth's philosopher Traced with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honor, — The hillside for...
Página 93 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe, that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened...
Página 93 - Ye, who sometimes, in your rambles Through the green lanes of the country, Where the tangled barberry-bushes Hang their tufts of crimson berries Over stone walls gray with mosses, Pause by some neglected graveyard, For a while to muse, and ponder On a half-effaced inscription, Written with little skill of song-craft, Homely phrases, but each letter Full of hope and yet of heart-break, Full of all the tender pathos Of the Here and the Hereafter...
Página 462 - And no man saw it e'er; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth...