said that his boys were resting and gaining strength after
This warrior chief shall overwhelm, or bolts
Flung by the twisted thongs of mighty slings.
Let steelshod ram or catapult remove
This champion of the gate. No fragile wall
Stands here for Caesar, blocking with its bulk
Pompeius' way to freedom. Now he trusts
His shield no more, lest his sinister hand,
Idle, give life by shame; and on his breast
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- the soul is made up of wants, and has no long memories,
- was at present disposed to take Mr. Wakem’s view of all
- into this trouble, she was inclined to think that his opinion
- gruffly, explaining that he had always been fond of the
- upon Maggie with a force that overpowered the thought of
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- at once,” said Tom, with a slight tremor in his voice.
- reward that they would win from him if they carried his
- to law with him, above everybody else in the world. The
- the word that carried the worst obloquy to Tom’s mind.
- Uncle Deane tapped his box, and seemed to expand a little
- a pound of sugar or an ordinary knife. No individual possessed
- passionate longings for all that was beautiful and glad;
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- he did that to please the man that lent Mr. Tulliver the
- Their mother came in now, and Maggie rushed away, that
- sacks and hides, and bawling men thundering down heavy
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- by the pocket-knife, and was not at all sure that Bob’s
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- “Oh, what a pity we haven’t got Dominie Sampson!”
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- my own way. And those sovereigns wouldn’t help me much
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