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Alcott American animalcules appearance astrologer Aurelian beautiful believe better Bohea bosom breath bright brother called character Charles Kemble Christian countenance croupier dark death deep drama earth England English Euphranor father Fausta fear feel flowers Gallienus give hand happy hath heard heart heaven honor hope hour human Ianthe imagination Indians lady language laugh light living look ment mind moral morning nature neath never New-York night noble o'er object observed Odenathus Palmyra Palmyrenes Parrhasius passed Pembina person pleasure Poland present racter reader replied rich Rienzi Roman Rome Saxon scene seemed sense smile song soon soul sound spirit stood sweet theatre thee thing thou thought tion true truth ultraism voice white shark wind word writer young youth Zabdas Zenobia
第 217 頁 - I SAW him once before^ As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the...
第 105 頁 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
第 349 頁 - For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of Him who hath subjected the same in hope ; Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.
第 294 頁 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
第 63 頁 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford, The revel, the laugh, and the jeer ? Ah ! here is a plentiful board ! But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here.
第 89 頁 - All flesh is grass, And all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field : The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: . Because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: Surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: But the word of our God shall stand for ever.
第 543 頁 - One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man and old: I led him to a lonely field; The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!
第 544 頁 - Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dewdrop from its wing ; But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. " With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran, — There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began : In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves I hid the...