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... fire that smouldered on the hearth . It was evening , and of the busy crowd each returned to his own home , and the shades of night drew on . The voice bade Herbert fix his eyes on the now almost imperceptible flicker of that little ...
... fire that smouldered on the hearth . It was evening , and of the busy crowd each returned to his own home , and the shades of night drew on . The voice bade Herbert fix his eyes on the now almost imperceptible flicker of that little ...
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... fires in the better houses are lit on the outside ; but in poorer ones , the furnace is within , and serves the double purpose of cooking and warmth , the whole family huddling round it . All houses of consequence are entered by a ...
... fires in the better houses are lit on the outside ; but in poorer ones , the furnace is within , and serves the double purpose of cooking and warmth , the whole family huddling round it . All houses of consequence are entered by a ...
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... fires during a conflagration . Nothing surprises the Chinese more than the representations or descriptions of the five and six storied houses of European cities ; and the emperor is said to have inquired if it was the smallness of the ...
... fires during a conflagration . Nothing surprises the Chinese more than the representations or descriptions of the five and six storied houses of European cities ; and the emperor is said to have inquired if it was the smallness of the ...
Page 88
... fire , no matter whether the host be at home or not . Should he be present , he immediately puts fresh wood on the fire , and begins to burn and pound coffee , generally offering his pipe to his guests in the mean time . His wife , or ...
... fire , no matter whether the host be at home or not . Should he be present , he immediately puts fresh wood on the fire , and begins to burn and pound coffee , generally offering his pipe to his guests in the mean time . His wife , or ...
Page 89
... fire , the wife at once beginning to knead the dough and prepare our supper , our Arab guides making no apologies ... fires . The labour of tilling and reaping is unknown to him , but much judgment and foresight is necessary in his ...
... fire , the wife at once beginning to knead the dough and prepare our supper , our Arab guides making no apologies ... fires . The labour of tilling and reaping is unknown to him , but much judgment and foresight is necessary in his ...
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Page 242 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through...
Page 242 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Page 243 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 234 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Page 241 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 248 - And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory...
Page 236 - Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, — Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain...
Page 235 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of...
Page 220 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 245 - Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead — Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewllyn's heir.