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65 66 . Lamartine . Lord Byron . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Levis . . . . .
Edmund Burke . . . . . . . . . . . Thomas Hood . . . . . . . . . . . . . H . W . Longfellow . . . . .
. . . . . . . . Dimond . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Absalom . . . . . There is no Death .
65 66 . Lamartine . Lord Byron . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Levis . . . . .
Edmund Burke . . . . . . . . . . . Thomas Hood . . . . . . . . . . . . . H . W . Longfellow . . . . .
. . . . . . . . Dimond . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Absalom . . . . . There is no Death .
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151 Opposition to Misgovernment . . . . . Daniel Webster . 153 Barbara Frietchie . .
. , . . J . G . Whittier . 154 Death of Benedict Arnold . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . George
Lippard . 156 The Soldier Boy . . . . Dr . William Maginn . 159 Molly Muldcon .
151 Opposition to Misgovernment . . . . . Daniel Webster . 153 Barbara Frietchie . .
. , . . J . G . Whittier . 154 Death of Benedict Arnold . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . George
Lippard . 156 The Soldier Boy . . . . Dr . William Maginn . 159 Molly Muldcon .
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Disraeli . 437 Death of Marmion . . . . . Sir Walter Scott . 438 The African Chief . W
. C . Bryant . 441 Praying for Rain . . . . . . . Peter Pindar . 443 Minnie and Me . . . . .
. . . . . . . Francis Bennoch . 444 Cataline Denounced . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cicero .
Disraeli . 437 Death of Marmion . . . . . Sir Walter Scott . 438 The African Chief . W
. C . Bryant . 441 Praying for Rain . . . . . . . Peter Pindar . 443 Minnie and Me . . . . .
. . . . . . . Francis Bennoch . 444 Cataline Denounced . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cicero .
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Flag of the seas ! on ocean ' s wave Thy stars shall glitter o ' er the brave , When
Death , careering on the gale , Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail , And frighted
waves rush wildly back , Before the broadside ' s reeling rack , Each dying ...
Flag of the seas ! on ocean ' s wave Thy stars shall glitter o ' er the brave , When
Death , careering on the gale , Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail , And frighted
waves rush wildly back , Before the broadside ' s reeling rack , Each dying ...
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And still sweet flutes , their path around , sent forth Æolian breath : They needed
not a sterner sound to marshal them for death ! So moved they calmly to their field
, thence never to return , Save bringing back the Spartan shield , or on it ...
And still sweet flutes , their path around , sent forth Æolian breath : They needed
not a sterner sound to marshal them for death ! So moved they calmly to their field
, thence never to return , Save bringing back the Spartan shield , or on it ...
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 275 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Página 16 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Página 397 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 298 - To die — to sleep. To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
Página 430 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Página 121 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 392 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 422 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 30 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 412 - ... the vile strength he wields for earth's destruction thou dost all despise, spurning him from thy bosom to the skies: and send'st him, shivering, in thy playful spray, and howling, to his Gods, where haply lies his petty hope in some near port or bay; then dashest him again to earth — there let him lay!