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... Ochtor that holy re- lationship - the first doctrines of the world's wisdom ; those wild but lofty conjectures by which philosophy penetrated into the nature and attributes of God ; and reverently the young maiden listened , and meekly ...
... Ochtor that holy re- lationship - the first doctrines of the world's wisdom ; those wild but lofty conjectures by which philosophy penetrated into the nature and attributes of God ; and reverently the young maiden listened , and meekly ...
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... Ochtor's guest . There were many chambers in the cavern , hollowed either by the hand of Nature , or by some early hunters on the hill ; and into one of these the old man , after the Chaldæan had refreshed himself with the simple viands ...
... Ochtor's guest . There were many chambers in the cavern , hollowed either by the hand of Nature , or by some early hunters on the hill ; and into one of these the old man , after the Chaldæan had refreshed himself with the simple viands ...
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... give life and merriment to the silent stream ! " said the sage ; " and so to the solitary man are the foot- steps of his kind . ” And Arasmanes sojourned with Ochtor the old man . CHAPTER IV . “ THIS , then , is thy ARASMANES . 245.
... give life and merriment to the silent stream ! " said the sage ; " and so to the solitary man are the foot- steps of his kind . ” And Arasmanes sojourned with Ochtor the old man . CHAPTER IV . “ THIS , then , is thy ARASMANES . 245.
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... Ochtor ; " and thou still believest in the visionary Aden of thy father's dreams . Doubtless such a land existed once for our happier sires ; or why does tra- dition preserve it to the race that behold it not ? But the shadow wraps it ...
... Ochtor ; " and thou still believest in the visionary Aden of thy father's dreams . Doubtless such a land existed once for our happier sires ; or why does tra- dition preserve it to the race that behold it not ? But the shadow wraps it ...
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... Ochtor , " cried Arasmanes with enthusiasm ; " give me but thy daughter , and I will ask for no other Aden than these plains . " CHAPTER V. THE sun had six times renewed his course , and Arasmanes still dwelt in the cave of Ochtor . In ...
... Ochtor , " cried Arasmanes with enthusiasm ; " give me but thy daughter , and I will ask for no other Aden than these plains . " CHAPTER V. THE sun had six times renewed his course , and Arasmanes still dwelt in the cave of Ochtor . In ...
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Page 186 - And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view; A small green isle, it seemed no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 179 - June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 179 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Page 51 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Page 153 - I was disposed to be pleased. I am a lover of Nature and an admirer of Beauty. I can bear fatigue and welcome privation, and have seen some of the noblest views in the world.
Page 54 - ... and feeling that no human being is wholly good, or wholly base, we learn that true knowledge of mankind which induces us to expect little and forgive much.
Page 154 - ... neither the music of the Shepherd, the crashing of the Avalanche, nor the torrent, the mountain, the Glacier, the Forest, nor the Cloud, have for one moment lightened the weight upon my heart, nor enabled me to lose my own wretched identity in the majesty, and the power, and the Glory, around, above, and beneath me.
Page 296 - ... all the succession of time, all the changes in nature, all the varieties of light and darkness, the thousand thousands of accidents in the world, and every contingency to every man, and to every creature, doth preach our funeral sermon, and calls us to look and see how the old sexton, Time, throws up the earth, and digs a grave, where we must lay our sins or our sorrows, and sow our bodies, till they rise again in a fair or in an intolerable eternity.
Page 76 - With all my heart." The young men rode together. Nugent was delighted with his new purchase. They dined at the Cocoa-tree. Balfour ordered some early peaches. Nugent paid the bill. They went to the Opera, " Do you see that Jigur ante, Florine?" asked Balfour, " Pretty ancle— eh ?" " Yes, comme fa— but dances awkwardly — not handsome." " What ! not handsome ? Come and talk to her. She 's more admired than any girl on the stage.
Page 94 - What, and not heartless? eh! this is too good!" "Heartless! she nursed me herself when I broke my leg by a fall; and every night before she went out to any party, she would come into my room with her sweet smile, and see if I wanted any thing.