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... called him a fool , for ruining himself in a station where every other man managed to grow rich . The old farmers , his neighbours , some of whom are still alive , have often told me that he deserved well of his country ; but his name ...
... called him a fool , for ruining himself in a station where every other man managed to grow rich . The old farmers , his neighbours , some of whom are still alive , have often told me that he deserved well of his country ; but his name ...
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... called in three more , being pretty well assured that I should now hear all sides of the question . Pro- fessional men seldom or ever agree perfectly in opinion , because that would indicate that neither has an opinion of his own . They ...
... called in three more , being pretty well assured that I should now hear all sides of the question . Pro- fessional men seldom or ever agree perfectly in opinion , because that would indicate that neither has an opinion of his own . They ...
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... called the Professor of A. B. C , " not at all - the salt , sulphur , and mercury which Para- celsus affirms constitute the matter of all animal bodies , are in a state of disorganization . We must therefore give him two dozes of ...
... called the Professor of A. B. C , " not at all - the salt , sulphur , and mercury which Para- celsus affirms constitute the matter of all animal bodies , are in a state of disorganization . We must therefore give him two dozes of ...
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... called aloud . He paused - the motion ceased - he felt no stream of air - all was hushed -no voice answered to his - he burst into tears ; and as he sunk to the ground , in renewed anguish , exclaimed , — “ Oh , my God ! my God ! You ...
... called aloud . He paused - the motion ceased - he felt no stream of air - all was hushed -no voice answered to his - he burst into tears ; and as he sunk to the ground , in renewed anguish , exclaimed , — “ Oh , my God ! my God ! You ...
Strona 67
... called - the dim obscure light which faintly struggled through the ONE SOLITARY window of his dungeon . He could hardly be said to notice the melancholy token . And yet he did notice it ; for as he raised his eyes and saw the portentous ...
... called - the dim obscure light which faintly struggled through the ONE SOLITARY window of his dungeon . He could hardly be said to notice the melancholy token . And yet he did notice it ; for as he raised his eyes and saw the portentous ...
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Strona 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Strona 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Strona 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Strona 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Strona 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Strona 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Strona 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Strona 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Strona 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Strona 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.