The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Bind 2Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 84
Side 24
... arm and a leg . self ? Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax- The scourge of impostors , the terror of quacks.- Come , all ye quack bards and ye quacking divines , Come and dance on the spot where your ty- rant reclines . When ...
... arm and a leg . self ? Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax- The scourge of impostors , the terror of quacks.- Come , all ye quack bards and ye quacking divines , Come and dance on the spot where your ty- rant reclines . When ...
Side 34
... arms . your This is the place which Fortune has appointed to be the limits of your labors ; it is here that you will finish your glorious war- fare and receive an ample recompense of completed service . For I would not have you imagine ...
... arms . your This is the place which Fortune has appointed to be the limits of your labors ; it is here that you will finish your glorious war- fare and receive an ample recompense of completed service . For I would not have you imagine ...
Side 36
... arms , the ox to his stall and the weary laborer to his rest . But to the gentle - hearted youth who is thrown upon the rocks of a pitiless city , and stands " home- less amid a thousand homes , " the approach of evening brings with it ...
... arms , the ox to his stall and the weary laborer to his rest . But to the gentle - hearted youth who is thrown upon the rocks of a pitiless city , and stands " home- less amid a thousand homes , " the approach of evening brings with it ...
Side 57
... arms , And wept upon his neck and kissed his cheek ; And Abram saw the whole , and could not speak , Neither could Zimri . So they walked along Back to their homes , and thanked their God in prayer That he had bound them in such loving ...
... arms , And wept upon his neck and kissed his cheek ; And Abram saw the whole , and could not speak , Neither could Zimri . So they walked along Back to their homes , and thanked their God in prayer That he had bound them in such loving ...
Side 62
... arms begrimed with coal They took him up , as a tender lass Will carry a babe , from that darksome hole 66 To the outer world of the short warm grass . Then up spoke one : Let's send for Bess . She is seventy - nine come Martinmas ...
... arms begrimed with coal They took him up , as a tender lass Will carry a babe , from that darksome hole 66 To the outer world of the short warm grass . Then up spoke one : Let's send for Bess . She is seventy - nine come Martinmas ...
Indhold
55 | |
57 | |
58 | |
67 | |
75 | |
86 | |
93 | |
100 | |
102 | |
110 | |
130 | |
138 | |
140 | |
160 | |
167 | |
174 | |
176 | |
178 | |
180 | |
182 | |
187 | |
190 | |
191 | |
192 | |
199 | |
200 | |
233 | |
239 | |
246 | |
274 | |
276 | |
282 | |
291 | |
346 | |
354 | |
355 | |
366 | |
373 | |
381 | |
388 | |
398 | |
403 | |
406 | |
410 | |
415 | |
419 | |
428 | |
434 | |
440 | |
442 | |
445 | |
467 | |
473 | |
482 | |
484 | |
485 | |
490 | |
497 | |
505 | |
508 | |
511 | |
512 | |
518 | |
523 | |
524 | |
526 | |
Almindelige termer og sætninger
ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Day arms beauty Belisarius blood body brave breast breath bright Carthage Constantinople cried dark dear death dream earth enemy eyes face fair father fear feel fire flowers friends Gelimer glory Goths hand happy hath head hear heard heart heat heaven Heruli honor hope hour hundred ivy green Justinian king lady light live look Lord mind morning Neal never night o'er once Parthenon passed Passepartout Phileas Fogg Pickwick poems poet poor Priam Procopius Ravenna Revolutionary Tribunal Robespierre Robinson Crusoe Roman round seemed Sicily sleep smile soldiers song soon soul sound spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand Tibby tion tree troops truth turned Twas tyrant Vitiges voice wife wild wind woman wonder words young Zimri
Populære passager
Side 100 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Side 100 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Side 102 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Side 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Side 22 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Side 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Side 498 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Side 294 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Side 379 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Side 198 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.