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Page 329 - The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 186 - ... promised never more to maintain them. Her sentence was then mitigated : she was condemned to perpetual imprisonment, and to be fed during life on bread and water.
Page 32 - And when he had sent the multitudes away, he went up into a mountain apart to pray: and when the evening was come, he was there alone.
Page 78 - ... weather he grew drowsy; his pipe fell from his mouth; his head lost its equipoise, and dropped, like a poppy, upon his breast; and sliding gently from his seat, he fell asleep at the root of the tree. He was aroused from his slumber by the noise of an empty wagon, that came rattling along a crossroad near him. Thus suddenly awakened, the thought of the General's approach, the idea of being caught sleeping at his post, and the shame of having given the signal too late flashed together across his...
Page 143 - THE CANTERBURY PILGRIMS. THE summer moon, which shines in so many a tale, was beaming over a broad extent of uneven country. Some of its brightest rays were flung into a spring of water, where no traveller, toiling, as the writer has, up the hilly road beside which it gushes, ever failed to quench his thirst. The work of neat hands and considerable art was visible about this blessed fountain.
Page 154 - We will not go back," said they. " The world never can be dark to us, for we will always love one another." Then the Canterbury pilgrims went up the hill, while the poet chanted a drear and desperate stanza of the Farewell to his Harp, fitting music for that melancholy band.
Page 76 - ... with his tail clipped, just preparing to crow. When this formidable troop was formed to the satisfaction of their leader, the word of command was given, and they went through the sword exercise, hewing and cutting the air in all directions, with the most cool and deliberate courage. The order was then given to draw pistols. Ready ! — aim ! — fire ! Pop — pop — poo, went the pistols.
Page 32 - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we, see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine! When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord! are thine.
Page 151 - This simple story had a strong effect on the young fugitives. The misfortunes of the poet and merchant had won little sympathy from their plain good sense and unworldly feelings, qualities which made them such unprejudiced and inflexible judges, that few men would have chosen to take the opinion of this youth and maiden as to the wisdom or folly of their pursuits. But here was one whose simple wishes had resembled their own, and who, after efforts which almost gave him a right to claim success from...