The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Bind 2Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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Side 12
... morning visions Of beauteous souls , the future's pledge and band ! Who in life's battle firm doth stand Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms Into the silent land . 66 ' O land ! O land ! For all the broken - hearted The mildest herald by ...
... morning visions Of beauteous souls , the future's pledge and band ! Who in life's battle firm doth stand Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms Into the silent land . 66 ' O land ! O land ! For all the broken - hearted The mildest herald by ...
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... 5 Hugh Kelly , author of False Delicacy , Word to the Wise , Clementina , School for Wives . Died 1777 . • William Woodfall , printer of the Morning Chronicle . Died 1803 . with love , ing , Here Hickey reclines , a RETALIATION . 25.
... 5 Hugh Kelly , author of False Delicacy , Word to the Wise , Clementina , School for Wives . Died 1777 . • William Woodfall , printer of the Morning Chronicle . Died 1803 . with love , ing , Here Hickey reclines , a RETALIATION . 25.
Side 56
... , Went down the mountain - path and found the field , third And added them unto his brother's heap ; Then he went back to sleep and happy dreams . So the next morning with the early sun The brothers 56 ABRAM AND ZIMRI .
... , Went down the mountain - path and found the field , third And added them unto his brother's heap ; Then he went back to sleep and happy dreams . So the next morning with the early sun The brothers 56 ABRAM AND ZIMRI .
Side 57
... morning with the early sun The brothers rose and went out to their toil ; And when they came to see the heavy sheaves , Each wondered in his heart to find his heap , Though he had given a third , was still the same . Now the next night ...
... morning with the early sun The brothers rose and went out to their toil ; And when they came to see the heavy sheaves , Each wondered in his heart to find his heap , Though he had given a third , was still the same . Now the next night ...
Side 61
... morning , sir , I say : Colors seen by candlelight Will not look the same by day . When the viols play their best , Lamps above and laughs below , " Love me " sounded like a jest , Fit for " Yes " or fit for " No. " Call me false or ...
... morning , sir , I say : Colors seen by candlelight Will not look the same by day . When the viols play their best , Lamps above and laughs below , " Love me " sounded like a jest , Fit for " Yes " or fit for " No. " Call me false or ...
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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.