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... Courcy , losing and recovering the object of his pursuit as the carriage outstrips him in speed or is delayed by ... Courcy's blood run cold within him . They gazed on each other for some time , as if trying to make out each other's ...
... Courcy , losing and recovering the object of his pursuit as the carriage outstrips him in speed or is delayed by ... Courcy's blood run cold within him . They gazed on each other for some time , as if trying to make out each other's ...
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... Courcy from forcing his way to the interior of the hut , where he beheld a beautiful , but almost inanimate form , lie stretched on a wretched pallet . Upon De Courcy's attempt to remove her , the frantic guardian again breaks into a ...
... Courcy from forcing his way to the interior of the hut , where he beheld a beautiful , but almost inanimate form , lie stretched on a wretched pallet . Upon De Courcy's attempt to remove her , the frantic guardian again breaks into a ...
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... Courcy , " but not one work that ever was , would I resign for that of Elisha Coles . " - " Won't you except the Bible ? " said De Courcy , smiling . " Oh , yes - the Bible - ay , to be sure , the Bible , said the discomfited champion ...
... Courcy , " but not one work that ever was , would I resign for that of Elisha Coles . " - " Won't you except the Bible ? " said De Courcy , smiling . " Oh , yes - the Bible - ay , to be sure , the Bible , said the discomfited champion ...
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... Courcy's ears . I. 69 , 70 . Notwithstanding the gloom and spiritual pride in which she had been educated , the beauty and sweet disposition of Eva burned with pure and pale splendour , like a lamp in a sepul- chre ; and De Courcy ...
... Courcy's ears . I. 69 , 70 . Notwithstanding the gloom and spiritual pride in which she had been educated , the beauty and sweet disposition of Eva burned with pure and pale splendour , like a lamp in a sepul- chre ; and De Courcy ...
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... Courcy felt it almost criminal to strive to a- waken her imagination , to delude her with the visions of fan- cy ; ' and that it resembled the attempt of the fallen angels in Milton to mingle strange fire ' with the lights of heaven ...
... Courcy felt it almost criminal to strive to a- waken her imagination , to delude her with the visions of fan- cy ; ' and that it resembled the attempt of the fallen angels in Milton to mingle strange fire ' with the lights of heaven ...
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Sida 116 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Sida 101 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Sida 115 - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Sida 107 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald; — how profound The gulf! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Sida 107 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Sida 192 - Party is a body of men united, for promoting by their joint endeavours the national interest, upon some particular principle in which they are all agreed.
Sida 115 - The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him...
Sida 114 - It will not bear the brightness of the day, Which streams too much on all years, man, have reft away.
Sida 116 - Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell...
Sida 109 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.