Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volum 48;Volum 111

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John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell
Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1888
 

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PÓgina 13 - I have trodden the wine-press alone, and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury, and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.
PÓgina 515 - And there she lulled me asleep And there I dream'd — Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
PÓgina 434 - ... the duty of erecting and maintaining certain public works and certain public institutions, which it can never be for the interest of any individual, THE WEALTH OF NATIONS [Book IV or small number of individuals, to erect and maintain, because the profit could never repay the expense to any individual or small number of individuals, though it may frequently do much more than repay it to a great society.
PÓgina 174 - All persons within the jurisdiction of the United States shall have the same right in every State and Territory to make and enforce contracts, to sue, be parties, give evidence, and to the full and equal benefit of all laws and proceedings for the security of persons and property as is enjoyed by white citizens, and shall be subject to like punishment, pains, penalties, taxes, licenses, and exactions of every kind, and to no other.
PÓgina 378 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
PÓgina 515 - She found me roots of relish sweet And honey wild and manna dew And sure in language strange she said I love thee true.
PÓgina 378 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail, To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
PÓgina 518 - Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an Intelligence and make it a soul?
PÓgina 515 - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!' I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing.
PÓgina 518 - The common cognomen of this world among the misguided and superstitious is 'a vale of tears,' from which we are to be redeemed by a certain arbitrary interposition of God and taken to Heaven — What a little circumscribed straightened notion ! Call the world if you please 'The vale of Soulmaking.

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