The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet, Том 11876 |
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... blessed , Each , all , are away to their dwellings of rest . The maid on whose cheek , on whose brow , in whose eye , Shone beauty and pleasure - her triumphs are by ; And the memory of those who loved her and praised , Are alike from ...
... blessed , Each , all , are away to their dwellings of rest . The maid on whose cheek , on whose brow , in whose eye , Shone beauty and pleasure - her triumphs are by ; And the memory of those who loved her and praised , Are alike from ...
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... for her to live or die . Then left he all - a few fond tears , by firmness half conceal'd , A blessing , and a parting prayer , and he was in the field-- The field of strife , whose dews are blood , ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 13.
... for her to live or die . Then left he all - a few fond tears , by firmness half conceal'd , A blessing , and a parting prayer , and he was in the field-- The field of strife , whose dews are blood , ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 13.
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... bless'd the hand that made him free ! ' Twas Spring . Within a verdant vale , where Warwick's crystal tide Reflected , o'er its peaceful breast , fair fields on either side- Where birds and flowers combined to cheer a sylvan solitude ...
... bless'd the hand that made him free ! ' Twas Spring . Within a verdant vale , where Warwick's crystal tide Reflected , o'er its peaceful breast , fair fields on either side- Where birds and flowers combined to cheer a sylvan solitude ...
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... bless our President ! SIR JOHN FRANKLIN . - By George H. Boker . The ice was here , the ice was there , The ice was all around . - Coleridge . O , WHITHER sail you , Sir John Franklin ? Cried a whaler in Baflin's Bay . To know if ...
... bless our President ! SIR JOHN FRANKLIN . - By George H. Boker . The ice was here , the ice was there , The ice was all around . - Coleridge . O , WHITHER sail you , Sir John Franklin ? Cried a whaler in Baflin's Bay . To know if ...
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... blessing it ; so he Tranquilly floated to a Southern sea , And melted into heaven ! He needs no tears , who lived a noble life ! We will not weep for him who died so well : But we will gather round the hearth , and tell The story of his ...
... blessing it ; so he Tranquilly floated to a Southern sea , And melted into heaven ! He needs no tears , who lived a noble life ! We will not weep for him who died so well : But we will gather round the hearth , and tell The story of his ...
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Стр. 101 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Стр. 108 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Стр. 145 - 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...
Стр. 134 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 34 - If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him?
Стр. 100 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Стр. 134 - 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. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 108 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Стр. 72 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Стр. 142 - NAY, then, farewell, I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.