The Phrenological Journal and Life Illustrated, כרכים 78-79

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Samuel R. Wells, 1884
 

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עמוד 130 - I am in earnest. I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch. AND I WILL BE HEARD.
עמוד 42 - In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at the workmanship. It is for homely features to keep home; They had their name thence: coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.
עמוד 19 - The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the crown. It may be frail — its roof may shake — the wind may blow through it — the storm may enter — the rain may enter — but the King of England cannot enter ! — all his force dares not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement...
עמוד 192 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best : They would have thought who heard the strain, They saw, in Tempe's...
עמוד 190 - And though, sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild, unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
עמוד 205 - I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glorious gains, Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast with lower pains ! Mated with a squalid savage — what to me were sun or clime ? I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time...
עמוד 129 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God; where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.
עמוד 246 - It is easy' in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
עמוד 189 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale She call'd on Echo still through all the song ; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair...
עמוד 44 - Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out. As if they feared the light: But oh, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.

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