The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet, Том 11876 |
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... thee ' tis given To guard the banner of the free , To hover in the sulphur smoke , To ward away the battle - stroke , And bid its blendings shine afar , Like rainbows on the cloud of war , The harbingers of victory ! Flag of the brave ...
... thee ' tis given To guard the banner of the free , To hover in the sulphur smoke , To ward away the battle - stroke , And bid its blendings shine afar , Like rainbows on the cloud of war , The harbingers of victory ! Flag of the brave ...
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... thee recant it , but it moves , nevertheless . Yes , the earth moves , and the planets move , and the mighty waters move , and the great sweeping tides of air move , and the empires of men move , and the world of thought moves , ever ...
... thee recant it , but it moves , nevertheless . Yes , the earth moves , and the planets move , and the mighty waters move , and the great sweeping tides of air move , and the empires of men move , and the world of thought moves , ever ...
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... thee to help thyself . Go forth into the world trustful , but fearless . Exalt thine adopted calling or profession . Look on labor as honorable , and dignify the task before thee , whether it be in the study , office , counting - room ...
... thee to help thyself . Go forth into the world trustful , but fearless . Exalt thine adopted calling or profession . Look on labor as honorable , and dignify the task before thee , whether it be in the study , office , counting - room ...
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... thee ! Toll ! Roland , toll ! Nor ever may thy throat Keep dumb its warning note , Till Freedom's perils be outbraved ! Toll ! Roland , toll ! Till Freedom's flag , wherever waved , Shall shadow not a man enslaved ! Toll ! Roland , toll ...
... thee ! Toll ! Roland , toll ! Nor ever may thy throat Keep dumb its warning note , Till Freedom's perils be outbraved ! Toll ! Roland , toll ! Till Freedom's flag , wherever waved , Shall shadow not a man enslaved ! Toll ! Roland , toll ...
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... thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff , oh , quaff this kind nepenthe , and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the raven , " Nevermore ! " " Prophet ! " said I ...
... thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore ! Quaff , oh , quaff this kind nepenthe , and forget this lost Lenore ! " Quoth the raven , " Nevermore ! " " Prophet ! " said I ...
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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.