The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet, Том 11876 |
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... but falls before us , With Freedom's soil beneath our feet , And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! INFELICISSIME . - Nassau Magazine . I STAND upon the 1 * ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 9 George W Cutter སྨུ: 96.
... but falls before us , With Freedom's soil beneath our feet , And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! INFELICISSIME . - Nassau Magazine . I STAND upon the 1 * ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS . 9 George W Cutter སྨུ: 96.
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... feet we flung The reddening roses ! All in vain we poured The golden wine , and round the shining board Sent the toast circling , till the rafters rung . With the thrice tripled honors of the feast ! Scarce the buds wilted and the ...
... feet we flung The reddening roses ! All in vain we poured The golden wine , and round the shining board Sent the toast circling , till the rafters rung . With the thrice tripled honors of the feast ! Scarce the buds wilted and the ...
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... feet of pipe in Your biler , big wheals , little walves , & c . , are death to the old fire boys and useful to Insurance Companies . Thou spreader of the akweous Fluid ! Steem Fire Engine - your useful . You use wood and koal — you make ...
... feet of pipe in Your biler , big wheals , little walves , & c . , are death to the old fire boys and useful to Insurance Companies . Thou spreader of the akweous Fluid ! Steem Fire Engine - your useful . You use wood and koal — you make ...
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... feet ; All day long that free flag toss'd Over the heads of the rebel host . Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And , through the hill - gaps , sunset light Shone over it with a warm good - night ...
... feet ; All day long that free flag toss'd Over the heads of the rebel host . Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And , through the hill - gaps , sunset light Shone over it with a warm good - night ...
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... feet shall stumble on the dark mountain , you will ery bitterly , but cry in vain , " O , youth , return ! O , give me Lack my early days ! " ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND , MARCH 7 , 1862 . By George H. Boker . " STAND to your guns , men ...
... feet shall stumble on the dark mountain , you will ery bitterly , but cry in vain , " O , youth , return ! O , give me Lack my early days ! " ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND , MARCH 7 , 1862 . By George H. Boker . " STAND to your guns , men ...
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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.