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For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he read more
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! - Destruction of Sennacherib, The.
. . . A man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters
amongst men of read more
. . . A man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters
amongst men of the world.
If you look at history you'll find that no state has been so plagued by its rulers as when power read more
If you look at history you'll find that no state has been so plagued by its rulers as when power has fallen into the hands of some dabbler in philosophy or literary addict.
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While read more
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While secret laughter titter'd round the place;The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks reprove:These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these,With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please;These were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,These were thy charms -- but all these charms are fled. - Deserted Village, The.
Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a losttradition.
Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a losttradition.
The universe is made up of stories, not of atoms.
The universe is made up of stories, not of atoms.
After all, all he did was string together a lot of old, well-known quotations.
After all, all he did was string together a lot of old, well-known quotations.
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp read more
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
