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... feeling his skin and his pulse . " Shall I wake him , sir ? " " Presently , " replied Mr. Whatley . He put the candle back in the bottle , and stood against the side of the mantel- piece , his elbow resting on a projecting ledge of it ...
... feeling his skin and his pulse . " Shall I wake him , sir ? " " Presently , " replied Mr. Whatley . He put the candle back in the bottle , and stood against the side of the mantel- piece , his elbow resting on a projecting ledge of it ...
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... feel hot to one person and cold to another , or even hot to one hand and cold to the other hand of the same person ... feels warm to the cold hand , but quite cold to the warm hand . This shows that " hot " and " cold only describe ...
... feel hot to one person and cold to another , or even hot to one hand and cold to the other hand of the same person ... feels warm to the cold hand , but quite cold to the warm hand . This shows that " hot " and " cold only describe ...
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... feel in their lately - discovered faculties.3 A bee amongst the flowers in spring is one of the most cheerful objects that can be looked upon . Its life appears to be all enjoyment ; so busy and so pleased : yet it is only a specimen of ...
... feel in their lately - discovered faculties.3 A bee amongst the flowers in spring is one of the most cheerful objects that can be looked upon . Its life appears to be all enjoyment ; so busy and so pleased : yet it is only a specimen of ...
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... feeling of being at ease . THE SWORD . " TWAS the battle - field , and the cold pale moon Looked down on the dead and dying , And the wind pass'd o'er with a dirge and a wail Where the young and brave were lying . With his father's ...
... feeling of being at ease . THE SWORD . " TWAS the battle - field , and the cold pale moon Looked down on the dead and dying , And the wind pass'd o'er with a dirge and a wail Where the young and brave were lying . With his father's ...
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... feel the solemn sound . If heard aright , It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood . It is the signal that demands despatch ; How much is to be done ! my hopes and fears Start up alarmed ...
... feel the solemn sound . If heard aright , It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood . It is the signal that demands despatch ; How much is to be done ! my hopes and fears Start up alarmed ...
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Page 227 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 181 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 238 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 216 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores, I change, but I cannot die.
Page 58 - We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say " Tomorrow is Saint Crispian " : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Page 240 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Page 179 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 115 - If Time be of all Things the most precious, wasting Time must be, as Poor Richard says, the greatest Prodigality; since, as he elsewhere tells us, Lost Time is never found again; and what we call Time enough, always proves little enough...
Page 226 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 239 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.