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... present time . Concerning his oratory , M. Faguet is most emphatic : " There was in his eloquence the palpitation and vibration of his arteries ; it was the very flesh of his heart , transforming itself into words . " § With this rather ...
... present time . Concerning his oratory , M. Faguet is most emphatic : " There was in his eloquence the palpitation and vibration of his arteries ; it was the very flesh of his heart , transforming itself into words . " § With this rather ...
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... present moment . It is true that we feel the earth occasionally heave beneath our feet , and that is not pleasant , but then it only lasts a few seconds , and if at the end one finds oneself still unburied , one breathes freely again ...
... present moment . It is true that we feel the earth occasionally heave beneath our feet , and that is not pleasant , but then it only lasts a few seconds , and if at the end one finds oneself still unburied , one breathes freely again ...
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... present moment it seems to have crowded all its large towns with wounded . In Innsbruck we have probably upwards of a thousand . Every public school , and even some private buildings , are turned into temporary hospitals . Charity finds ...
... present moment it seems to have crowded all its large towns with wounded . In Innsbruck we have probably upwards of a thousand . Every public school , and even some private buildings , are turned into temporary hospitals . Charity finds ...
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... present * To the purple eves ; Sweet the honeycomb Wrought by honey bee In his pleasant home , Hive or forest tree ; Sweet the lily and rose , Tossed by winds at play ; Sweet the dawn and close Of the summer day ; [ 25 ] A Haunt of ...
... present * To the purple eves ; Sweet the honeycomb Wrought by honey bee In his pleasant home , Hive or forest tree ; Sweet the lily and rose , Tossed by winds at play ; Sweet the dawn and close Of the summer day ; [ 25 ] A Haunt of ...
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... present he can bear no more . Leave him to me , my lady , " he added respectfully . " Thank God , " the sick man's voice was heard , " that my soul is free from the murder of my brother - in - law . " " God be thanked , indeed ...
... present he can bear no more . Leave him to me , my lady , " he added respectfully . " Thank God , " the sick man's voice was heard , " that my soul is free from the murder of my brother - in - law . " " God be thanked , indeed ...
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Página 586 - What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Página 558 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Página 279 - Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge ; it is that which comprehends all science, and that to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought; it is that from which all spring, and that which adorns all; and that which, if blighted, denies the fruit and the seed, and withholds from the barren world the nourishment and the succession of the scions of the tree of life.
Página 279 - It transmutes all that it touches, and every form moving within the radiance of its presence is changed by wondrous sympathy to an incarnation of the spirit which it breathes...
Página 280 - It creates anew the universe, after it has been annihilated in our minds by the recurrence of impressions blunted by reiteration.
Página 278 - There is this difference between a story and a poem, that a story is a catalogue of detached facts, which have no other connection than time, place, circumstance, cause and effect ; the other is the creation of actions according to the unchangeable forms of human nature, as existing in the mind of the Creator, which is itself the image of all other minds.
Página 582 - ... awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack ! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Página 209 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Página 185 - ... walks — the lady of my delight— A shepherdess of sheep ; Her flocks are thoughts, she keeps them white, She guards them from the steep ; She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep. She roams maternal hills and bright, Dark valleys safe and deep ; Into that tender breast at night The chastest stars may peep. She walks — the lady of my delight — A shepherdess of sheep.
Página 763 - And the people said unto Saul, Shall Jonathan die, who hath wrought this great salvation in Israel ? God forbid: as the LORD liveth, there shall not one hair of his head fall to the ground; for he hath wrought with God this day. So the people rescued Jonathan, that he died not.