The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Bind 2Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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... Death of Gaudentis Dedication of " The Dream " ( To the Duchess of Sutherland ) . Delays Departed Love Dermot O'Dowd Discovery of Roast Pig Dignity of Manners , The Dirge for a Soldier Doctor , The . • Dream of Arbaces , The ( From ...
... Death of Gaudentis Dedication of " The Dream " ( To the Duchess of Sutherland ) . Delays Departed Love Dermot O'Dowd Discovery of Roast Pig Dignity of Manners , The Dirge for a Soldier Doctor , The . • Dream of Arbaces , The ( From ...
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... Death of Danton to the Fall of Robes- pierre ) . Relief of Lucknów , The . Archibald Alison Dr. Samuel Johnson John Locke . 255 . 373 Judge Story 12 203 Robert Lowell 253 • Reputation Rest .. Retaliation ( A Poem ) Ridicule Sir Walter ...
... Death of Danton to the Fall of Robes- pierre ) . Relief of Lucknów , The . Archibald Alison Dr. Samuel Johnson John Locke . 255 . 373 Judge Story 12 203 Robert Lowell 253 • Reputation Rest .. Retaliation ( A Poem ) Ridicule Sir Walter ...
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... death were nothing and naught after death , If when men died at once they ceased to be , Returning to the barren womb of nothing , Whence first they sprung , then might the debauchee the drunkard Reel over his full bowl , and when ' tis ...
... death were nothing and naught after death , If when men died at once they ceased to be , Returning to the barren womb of nothing , Whence first they sprung , then might the debauchee the drunkard Reel over his full bowl , and when ' tis ...
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... death by the extremest tortures . Proud and cruel nation ! Everything must be yours and at your disposal . You are to prescribe to us with whom we shall make war , with whom we shall make peace ! You are to set us bounds , to shut us up ...
... death by the extremest tortures . Proud and cruel nation ! Everything must be yours and at your disposal . You are to prescribe to us with whom we shall make war , with whom we shall make peace ! You are to set us bounds , to shut us up ...
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... death and tumult all , Canst thou then untroubled stand , With thy reason at command , To save thy shattered band ? Canst thou die as soldiers die . Give to love thy last sad sigh , Then , ' mid dead and dying cast , Feel thy dreams of ...
... death and tumult all , Canst thou then untroubled stand , With thy reason at command , To save thy shattered band ? Canst thou die as soldiers die . Give to love thy last sad sigh , Then , ' mid dead and dying cast , Feel thy dreams of ...
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Day arms beauty Belisarius blood body brave breath bright carbonic acid Carthage cold Constantinople cried dark dear death dream earth eyes face fair father fear feel fire flowers force frae friends Gelimer Goths hand happy hath head heard heart heat heaven Heruli honor hope hour hundred ivy green Justinian king lady light live look Lord mind morning motion Neal never night o'er once Parthenon passed Passepartout Patie Phileas Fogg Pickwick poems poor Priam Ravenna Revolutionary Tribunal Robespierre Roman round seemed Sicily sleep smile soldiers soon soul spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand Tibby tion tree truth Twas tyrant Vitiges voice weel 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.