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American appeared arms beautiful better born breath bridge brought called close cold comes dark dead dear death door dream eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell fire followed give half hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hold hope horse hour hundred Italy John kind king land leave light live look mind morning mother nature never night once passed poor present rest rose round seemed seen side smile soon soul sound spirit stand steps stood story strange stream sweet tell thee thing thou thought thousand tion took town tree turned voice walls watched whole wife young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 172 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist. And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist, — A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain.
Página 13 - Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs, On chalked flowers that lies. And winking mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty bin, My lady sweet arise!
Página 217 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Página 216 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Página 127 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Página 344 - Such a spirit is Liberty. At times she takes the form of a hateful reptile. She grovels, she hisses, she stings. But woe to those who in disgust shall venture to crush her! And happy are those who, having dared to receive her in her degraded and frightful shape, shall at length be rewarded by her in the time of her beauty and her glory!
Página 291 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Página 216 - Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Página 399 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Página 215 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new ; That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 1 The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Henry Coppée |
| Compilado por | Henry Coppée |
| Editora | Carson Stewart & Company, 1885 |
| Original de | Universidade de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 4 Ago 2007 |
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