The Rival Collection of Prose and Poetry, for the Use of Schools, Colleges and Public ReadersJ. W. Schermerhorn & Company, 1872 - Всего страниц: 504 |
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... night , And set the stars of glory there . She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies , And striped its pure , celestial white , With streakings of the morning light . Then , from his mansion in the sun , She ...
... night , And set the stars of glory there . She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies , And striped its pure , celestial white , With streakings of the morning light . Then , from his mansion in the sun , She ...
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... night from a deep dream of peace , And saw within the moonlight of his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An angel writing in a book of gold . Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And , to the presence in the room ...
... night from a deep dream of peace , And saw within the moonlight of his room , Making it rich , and like a lily in bloom , An angel writing in a book of gold . Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold , And , to the presence in the room ...
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ST . PIERRE TO FERRARDO . Blessed him one night , ere he lay down to sleep , And , waking in the morning , found him gone ! 29 [ Ferrardo tries to rise . Move not , or I shall move ! You know me . O , yes ! you trained me like a ...
ST . PIERRE TO FERRARDO . Blessed him one night , ere he lay down to sleep , And , waking in the morning , found him gone ! 29 [ Ferrardo tries to rise . Move not , or I shall move ! You know me . O , yes ! you trained me like a ...
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... night ; -- On , onward he sails , while in vain o'er the lee The lead is plunged down through a fathomless sea . The pilot , in silence , leans mournfully o'er The rudder , which creaks mid the billowy roar ; He hears the hoarse moan of ...
... night ; -- On , onward he sails , while in vain o'er the lee The lead is plunged down through a fathomless sea . The pilot , in silence , leans mournfully o'er The rudder , which creaks mid the billowy roar ; He hears the hoarse moan of ...
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... night ; and it isn't often I open my mouth , goodness knows ! Because once in your lifetime your shirt wanted a button , you must almost swear the roof off the house . You didn't swear ? Ha , Mr. Caudle ! you don't know what you do when ...
... night ; and it isn't often I open my mouth , goodness knows ! Because once in your lifetime your shirt wanted a button , you must almost swear the roof off the house . You didn't swear ? Ha , Mr. Caudle ! you don't know what you do when ...
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Стр. 275 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Стр. 16 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Стр. 397 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Стр. 298 - To die — to sleep. To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
Стр. 430 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Стр. 121 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Стр. 392 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Стр. 422 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 30 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Стр. 412 - ... the vile strength he wields for earth's destruction thou dost all despise, spurning him from thy bosom to the skies: and send'st him, shivering, in thy playful spray, and howling, to his Gods, where haply lies his petty hope in some near port or bay; then dashest him again to earth — there let him lay!