The Spy: A Tale of the Neutral Ground

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G. Routledge, 1853 - 328 էջ
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Էջ 86 - There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this. Ham. Why, right; you are in the right ; And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit, that we shake hands, and part: You, as your business, and desire, shall point you; — For every man...
Էջ 175 - And the Lord said to Samuel, Behold, I will do a thing in Israel, at which both the ears of every one that heareth it shall tingle.
Էջ 235 - No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.
Էջ 93 - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Էջ 186 - Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?
Էջ 145 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Էջ 114 - What are these, So withered, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants o
Էջ 171 - AND the children of Israel did evil in the sight of the Lord : and the Lord delivered them into the hand of Midian seven years.
Էջ 282 - Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go.'" " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.

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