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Page 312 - 11 example you with thievery The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea ; the moon 's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun ; The sea 'sa thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears ; the earth 'sa thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement ; each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Page 511 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Page 511 - Not on the vulgar mass Called " work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Page 632 - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements and feelings and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
Page 417 - I have been the more particular in this description of my journey, and shall be so of my first entry into that city, that you may in your mind compare such unlikely beginnings with the figure I have since made there.
Page 681 - A single poplar, marvellously thinned. Half like a naked boy, half like a sword; Clouds, like the haughty banners of the Lord; A group of pansies with their shrewish faces, Little old ladies cackling over laces ; The quaint, unhurried road that curved so well ; The prim petunias with their...
Page 160 - Eire was daughter of Carne, King of Connaught. Her lover, Murdh of the Open Hand, was captured by Greatcoat Mackintosh, King of Ulster, on the plain of Carrisbool, and made into soup. Eire's grief on this sad occasion has become proverbial.
Page 291 - What a glorious new Scandinavia might not Minnesota become ! Here would the Swede find again his clear, romantic lakes, the plains of Scania rich in corn, and the valleys of Norrland ; here would the Norwegian find his rapid rivers, his lofty mountains, for I include the Rocky Mountains and Oregon in the new kingdom ; and both nations their hunting-fields and their fisheries. The Danes might here pasture their flocks and herds, and lay out their farms on richer and less misty coasts than those of...