Dina; Or, Familiar Faces

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W.P. Nimmo, 1865
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Page 129 - And angling, too, that solitary vice, Whatever Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
Page 28 - His haughty helmet, horrid all with gold, Both glorious brightness and great terror bred ; For all the crest a dragon did enfold With greedy paws, and over all did spread His golden wings...
Page 35 - Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle ; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow.
Page 134 - Qual i fioretti dal notturno gelo Chinati e chiusi, poi che'l sol gl'imbianca . Si drizzan tutti aperti in loro stelo...
Page 140 - This argues strongly in favour of the existence in every animal of an immaterial principle similar to that which by its excellence and superior endowments places man so much above animals ; yet the principle...
Page 54 - I'll set him on a chair of gold, And serve him on my bended knee." The little page gaed up the stair, — " Lord Douglas, dine wi' your ladie, She'll set ye on a chair of gold, And serve you on her bended knee.
Page 140 - The Dog, the Cat, and the Parrot return love for our love, and hatred for our hatred. They are capable of shame, and of sorrow ; and though they may have no logic nor conscious ratiocination, no one who has watched their ways can doubt that they possess that power of rational cerebration which evolves reasonable acts from the premises furnished by the senses, a process which takes fully...
Page 28 - better to have loved and lost than never to have
Page 54 - I bade him loup, I bade him come, I bade him loup to me, I 'd catch him in my arms two, A foot I should not flee. " He threw me the rings from his white fingers, Which were so long and small, To give to you his Lady fair, Where you sat in your hall.
Page 54 - But on the point o' Edom's spear She gat a deadly fa".

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