The Bookman, Volume 9

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Dodd, Mead and Company, 1899

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Página 96 - ... what is the length and breadth and depth and height
Página 247 - COME join hand in hand, brave Americans all, And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty's call ; No tyrannous acts, shall suppress your just claim, Or stain with dishonor America's name. In freedom we're born, and in freedom we'll live ; Our purses are ready, Steady, Friends, steady, Not as slaves, but as freemen our money we'll give. * Our worthy forefathers — let's give them a cheer — To climates unknown did courageously steer ; Thro...
Página 27 - Tell me where is Fancy bred, In the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? . . . It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed, and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies: Let us all ring Fancy's knell.
Página 537 - The Heart Of The Woman O WHAT to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; He bade me out into the gloom, And my breast lies upon his breast. O what to me my mother's care, The house where I was safe and warm; The shadowy blossom of my hair Will hide us from the bitter storm.
Página 192 - Vol. II. — To the Union of the Old and New Companies under the Earl of Godolphin's Award, 1708. 8vo., 16s. Ingram. — A CRITICAL EXAMINATION OF IRISH HISTORY. From the Elizabethan Conquest to the Legislative Union of 1800. By T. DUNBAR INGRAM, LL.D. 2 vols. 8vo., 24s.
Página 116 - Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, ) That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!
Página 78 - Say, whose is the skill that paints valley and hill, Like a picture so fair to the sight? That flecks the green meadow with sunshine and shadow, Till the little lambs leap with delight? 'Tis a secret untold to hearts cruel and cold, Though 'tis sung, by the angels above, In notes that ring clear for the ears that can hear — And the name of the secret is Love!
Página 107 - A moment after, and hands unseen Were hanging the night around us fast; But we knew that a bar was broken between Life and life: we were mixed at last In spite of the mortal screen.
Página 116 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not ; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

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