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... turned his eyes , might he behold a continual succession of fresh flakes falling into his sight , and twinkling like stars as they turned their sides towards the sun . How far this wonderful shower extended , it would be diffi- cult to ...
... turned his eyes , might he behold a continual succession of fresh flakes falling into his sight , and twinkling like stars as they turned their sides towards the sun . How far this wonderful shower extended , it would be diffi- cult to ...
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... turned again to her solitary task . I felt rebuked ; for there is some- thing almost prophetic in the admonitions of the old . The eye of age looks meekly into my heart ! the voice of age echoes mournfully through it ! the hoary head ...
... turned again to her solitary task . I felt rebuked ; for there is some- thing almost prophetic in the admonitions of the old . The eye of age looks meekly into my heart ! the voice of age echoes mournfully through it ! the hoary head ...
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... estimate of the scene . After dinner we crossed to Goat Island , and , turning to the right , reached the southern end of the American Fall . The river is 68 THE FALLS OF NIAGARA . The Falls of Niagara- First Impressions,
... estimate of the scene . After dinner we crossed to Goat Island , and , turning to the right , reached the southern end of the American Fall . The river is 68 THE FALLS OF NIAGARA . The Falls of Niagara- First Impressions,
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... Turning to a photograph , he described , by reference to it , a feat which he had accomplished some time previously , and which had brought him almost under the green water of the Horseshoe Fall . ' Can you lead me there to - morrow ...
... Turning to a photograph , he described , by reference to it , a feat which he had accomplished some time previously , and which had brought him almost under the green water of the Horseshoe Fall . ' Can you lead me there to - morrow ...
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... turned to the left over the stones . They were sharp and trying . The base of the first portion of the cataract is covered with huge boulders , obviously the ruins of the lime- stone ledge above . The water does not distribute itself ...
... turned to the left over the stones . They were sharp and trying . The base of the first portion of the cataract is covered with huge boulders , obviously the ruins of the lime- stone ledge above . The water does not distribute itself ...
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The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry ... Griffith, Farran, Browne and co Visualização integral - 1883 |
The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry ... Griffith, Farran, Browne and co Visualização integral - 1883 |
The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry ... Griffith, Farran, Browne and co Visualização integral - 1883 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
appear arms beautiful bells called carried church close clouds continued dark death deep direction earth England English eyes face fall fear feeling feet field fire follow French give green half hand head hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope horse hour island Italy keep kind king land Latin light lists living look Lord means miles mind morning mountains nature never night noble observed once passed person present remained rest rise river rock rolling round seemed seen ship side sometimes sound spirit stands stream sweet thou thought town trees turned village voice walls waves whole wild wind young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 107 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Página 276 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Página 63 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 319 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Página 316 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 134 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
Página 19 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página 110 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Página 49 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Página 198 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...