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ABRAHAM LINCOLN American arms army Author battle BATTLE OF IVRY beautiful blood brave breath BURGHERS OF CALAIS Cæsar cannon cheer civilization courage cried dead death earth Edward Bulwer Lytton EDWARD JOHN PHELPS EDWARD ROWLAND SILL England eyes face fathers fell Finnigin flag Flannigin forever France freedom GEORGE LIPPARD George William Curtis glory hand heard heart heaven Henry heroes Hervé Riel hills honor human immortal John JOHN WYCLIFFE justice King land liberty light lives look Lord Lucknow Lygian Massachusetts mighty mountain nation never night noble o'er Orator patriotism peace PILGRIM Poet prayer Republic shore shout slaves soldier song soul South speak spirit stars Statesman STAVOREN stood sweet sword tears thee thou thought tion to-day TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE victory virtue voice Washington waves wild William word York
Стр. 249 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Стр. 282 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Стр. 80 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Стр. 81 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Стр. 132 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Стр. 73 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Стр. 206 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Стр. 74 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.