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... Rest .. Retaliation ( A Poem ) Ridicule Sir Walter Raleigh 198 • Father Ryan . 422 Oliver Goldsmith 21 • Sidney Smith . 174 Ruth . Rienzi to the Romans Rodrick Romance of Insect Life , The Roses , The Sands of Dee , The · Mary Russell ...
... Rest .. Retaliation ( A Poem ) Ridicule Sir Walter Raleigh 198 • Father Ryan . 422 Oliver Goldsmith 21 • Sidney Smith . 174 Ruth . Rienzi to the Romans Rodrick Romance of Insect Life , The Roses , The Sands of Dee , The · Mary Russell ...
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... from St. Nicholas . To Father Ryan and Messrs . John B. Piet & Co. for " Rest . " To George W. Boker , Esq . , for " Dirge for a Soldier . " viii HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . ONGFELLOW is a house- hold name ART - ILLUSTRATIONS .
... from St. Nicholas . To Father Ryan and Messrs . John B. Piet & Co. for " Rest . " To George W. Boker , Esq . , for " Dirge for a Soldier . " viii HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . ONGFELLOW is a house- hold name ART - ILLUSTRATIONS .
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... rest in fairer regions , where the Great Spirit dwelt , in a home prepared for the brave , beyond the western skies . Braver men never lived , truer men never drew the bow . They had courage and fortitude and sagacity and perseverance ...
... rest in fairer regions , where the Great Spirit dwelt , in a home prepared for the brave , beyond the western skies . Braver men never lived , truer men never drew the bow . They had courage and fortitude and sagacity and perseverance ...
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... rest upon , Like sentries that must keep their destined What would not I give to wander stand Where my old companions dwell ? And wait the appointed hour till they're re- Absence makes the heart grow fonder : lieved . Isle of Beauty ...
... rest upon , Like sentries that must keep their destined What would not I give to wander stand Where my old companions dwell ? And wait the appointed hour till they're re- Absence makes the heart grow fonder : lieved . Isle of Beauty ...
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... 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 an aching sense of loneliness and desolation which comes ...
... 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 an aching sense of loneliness and desolation which comes ...
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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.