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... rest which so naturally springs from the perils of the brave . We have already adverted to the causes which led to this and other expeditions of a similar kind— ( see our review of Malcolm's History of Persia , Vol . II . p . 394 ...
... rest which so naturally springs from the perils of the brave . We have already adverted to the causes which led to this and other expeditions of a similar kind— ( see our review of Malcolm's History of Persia , Vol . II . p . 394 ...
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... rests with the Almighty and his Prophet . " - p . 27 . The business being settled between the Jam and Rukmut- Khan at Bela , they proceeded the next morning , and reached Kelat on the 9th of February , without experiencing any re ...
... rests with the Almighty and his Prophet . " - p . 27 . The business being settled between the Jam and Rukmut- Khan at Bela , they proceeded the next morning , and reached Kelat on the 9th of February , without experiencing any re ...
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... rest apparently on the waves ? To this I should answer , that all the grosser particles do settle , but the more minute become rarified to such a degree , by the heat excited by the burn- ing sun on the red soil , that they remain , as ...
... rest apparently on the waves ? To this I should answer , that all the grosser particles do settle , but the more minute become rarified to such a degree , by the heat excited by the burn- ing sun on the red soil , that they remain , as ...
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... rest . But " so many thoughts pass to and fro " in her mind , that she cannot sleep : and she views the transformation of Geraldine into a sorceress , who lies down by her side , and mutters over her a fascinating spell . In the morning ...
... rest . But " so many thoughts pass to and fro " in her mind , that she cannot sleep : and she views the transformation of Geraldine into a sorceress , who lies down by her side , and mutters over her a fascinating spell . In the morning ...
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... rest had passed away , like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been cast , but , alas ! with- out the after - restoration of the latter . " We have chosen to make Mr. Coleridge tell his own story for two ...
... rest had passed away , like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been cast , but , alas ! with- out the after - restoration of the latter . " We have chosen to make Mr. Coleridge tell his own story for two ...
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Sida 23 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Sida 22 - The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Sida 19 - The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Sida 24 - But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me : A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong!
Sida 20 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Sida 286 - Concerning Jesus of Nazareth, which was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people: And how the chief priests and our rulers delivered him to be condemned to death, and have crucified him.
Sida 358 - Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended ; Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master.
Sida 20 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Sida 20 - tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; ' To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity.
Sida 22 - A snake's small eye blinks dull and shy, And the lady's eyes they shrunk in her head; Each shrunk up to a serpent's eye...