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"Her lot is on you! silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sumless riches from affection's deep To pour on" something "a wasted shower!" Yes, wasted, indeed! I hadn't answered a word to his question. "It seems warm in this room," said he again, languidly; "shall we walk on the piazza?" "I think not," I answered, curtly; "I am not warm."
of fatal rocks, and the "still-vexed Bermoothes;" of great whirlpools, and the water-spout; of sunken ships, and sumless treasures swallowed up in the unrestoring depths: of fishes and quaint monsters, to which all that is terrible on earth Be but as buggs to frighten babes withal, Compared with the creatures in the sea's entral;
I laugh, I run, I leap, I sing for joy. From the point of yonder rolling cloud, I plunge into my past being, and revel there, as the sunburnt Indian plunges headlong into the wave that wafts him to his native shore. Then long-forgotten things, like "sunken wrack and sumless treasuries," burst upon my eager sight, and I begin to feel, think, and be myself again.
From the point of yonder rolling cloud I plunge into my past being, and revel there, as the sun-burnt Indian plunges headlong into the wave that wafts him to his native shore. Then long-forgotten things, like 'sunken wrack and sumless treasuries, burst upon my eager sight, and I begin to feel, think, and be myself again.
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