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They asked no clarion ' s voice to fire their souls with an impulse high , But the
Dorian reed , and the Spartan lyre , for the ... He , proud to show How far for love
a grateful soul could go , And facing death for very scorn and grief ( For his great
...
They asked no clarion ' s voice to fire their souls with an impulse high , But the
Dorian reed , and the Spartan lyre , for the ... He , proud to show How far for love
a grateful soul could go , And facing death for very scorn and grief ( For his great
...
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Haroun , who felt that on a soul like this , The mightiest vengeance could but fall
amiss , Now deigned to smile , as one great lord of fate Might smile upon another
half as great , And said : “ Let worth grow frenzied , if it will ; The calif ' s ...
Haroun , who felt that on a soul like this , The mightiest vengeance could but fall
amiss , Now deigned to smile , as one great lord of fate Might smile upon another
half as great , And said : “ Let worth grow frenzied , if it will ; The calif ' s ...
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Up to the face the quick sensation flies , And darts its meaning from the speaking
eyes : Love , transport , madness , anger , scorn , despair , And all the passions ,
all the soul , is there . SALATHIEL TO TITUS . - CROLY . CON of Vespasian , I ...
Up to the face the quick sensation flies , And darts its meaning from the speaking
eyes : Love , transport , madness , anger , scorn , despair , And all the passions ,
all the soul , is there . SALATHIEL TO TITUS . - CROLY . CON of Vespasian , I ...
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Shall not rather some monster of your blood efface the memory of your virtues ,
and make Rome , in bitterness of soul , curse the Flavian name ? ST . PIERRE
TO FERRARDO . - JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES . " TT NOW you me , Duke ?
Shall not rather some monster of your blood efface the memory of your virtues ,
and make Rome , in bitterness of soul , curse the Flavian name ? ST . PIERRE
TO FERRARDO . - JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES . " TT NOW you me , Duke ?
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my body to relieve , At cost of my dear soul ! I have done thy work ,Do mine ! and
sign me that confession straight . I ' m in thy power , and I ' ll have thee in mine !
There is the dial , and the sun shines on it , The shadow on the very point of ...
my body to relieve , At cost of my dear soul ! I have done thy work ,Do mine ! and
sign me that confession straight . I ' m in thy power , and I ' ll have thee in mine !
There is the dial , and the sun shines on it , The shadow on the very point of ...
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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!