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... hand , the wild - geese probably do not leave the North till they are frozen out , for I have heard their bugles sounding southward so late as the middle of December . What may be called local migrations are doubtless dictated by the ...
... hand , the wild - geese probably do not leave the North till they are frozen out , for I have heard their bugles sounding southward so late as the middle of December . What may be called local migrations are doubtless dictated by the ...
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... hand , and watched me in my work of manumission . This , owing to the fluttering terror of the prisoners , was an affair of some delicacy ; but erelong I was rewarded by seeing one of them fly away to a neighboring tree , while the ...
... hand , and watched me in my work of manumission . This , owing to the fluttering terror of the prisoners , was an affair of some delicacy ; but erelong I was rewarded by seeing one of them fly away to a neighboring tree , while the ...
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... hand , himself invisible . He is a shy bird , but a few days ago I had the satisfaction of studying him through the blinds as he sat on a tree within a few feet of me . Seen so near and at rest , he makes good his claim to the title of ...
... hand , himself invisible . He is a shy bird , but a few days ago I had the satisfaction of studying him through the blinds as he sat on a tree within a few feet of me . Seen so near and at rest , he makes good his claim to the title of ...
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... hand by which to get a purchase on them . For most of us , I have no- ticed , are not without an amiable willingness to assist at any spectacle or entertainment ( loosely so called ) for which no fee is charged at the door . If special ...
... hand by which to get a purchase on them . For most of us , I have no- ticed , are not without an amiable willingness to assist at any spectacle or entertainment ( loosely so called ) for which no fee is charged at the door . If special ...
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... get out of tune , and you wish some manly hand would crash through them and leave them dangling brokenly forever ? Take Winter as you find him , and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow , with A GOOD WORD FOR WINTER . 27.
... get out of tune , and you wish some manly hand would crash through them and leave them dangling brokenly forever ? Take Winter as you find him , and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow , with A GOOD WORD FOR WINTER . 27.
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Page 419 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile Man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no...
Page 417 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Page 422 - Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please. And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Page 412 - water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
Page 418 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher Death, and God adore. What future bliss he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 415 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Page 418 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 345 - And when he came unto Lehi, the Philistines shouted against him : and the Spirit of the Lord came mightily upon him, and the cords that were upon his arms became as flax that was burnt with fire, and his bands loosed from off his hands. And he found a new jawbone of an ass, and put forth his hand, and took it, and slew a thousand men therewith.
Page 417 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
Page 236 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.