The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 1Carson Stewart & Company, 1885 |
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... Rose Hartwick Thorpe 478 Stark . 175 Anon . 266 Felicia Hemans 162 Hannah Flagg Gould 191 John Pierpont 95 C. F. Orne . 343 L. E. Landon 37 J. K. Hervey 171 Anon . 280 Trans . William Anderson 130 Sir Robert Ayton 183 Elihu Burritt 451 ...
... Rose Hartwick Thorpe 478 Stark . 175 Anon . 266 Felicia Hemans 162 Hannah Flagg Gould 191 John Pierpont 95 C. F. Orne . 343 L. E. Landon 37 J. K. Hervey 171 Anon . 280 Trans . William Anderson 130 Sir Robert Ayton 183 Elihu Burritt 451 ...
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... roses in them , and has a peaked yellow - or , as Master Slender would say , " a cane - colored " --beard . His lady is seated on the opposite side of the picture in wide ruff and long stomacher , and the chil- dren have a most ...
... roses in them , and has a peaked yellow - or , as Master Slender would say , " a cane - colored " --beard . His lady is seated on the opposite side of the picture in wide ruff and long stomacher , and the chil- dren have a most ...
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... rose in triumph , now that their weari- some uncertainty had its end . The Blue Ridge took up the voice and made it heard from one end to the other of the Valley of Virginia . The Alleghenies , as they listened , opened their barriers ...
... rose in triumph , now that their weari- some uncertainty had its end . The Blue Ridge took up the voice and made it heard from one end to the other of the Valley of Virginia . The Alleghenies , as they listened , opened their barriers ...
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... rose and the silver censer lit , And over the rushes lightly stept , Crept to the door and opened it , Afar across the courts of stone The black hound shook his chain with a moan , As the village clock chimed slowly , slowly , slowly ...
... rose and the silver censer lit , And over the rushes lightly stept , Crept to the door and opened it , Afar across the courts of stone The black hound shook his chain with a moan , As the village clock chimed slowly , slowly , slowly ...
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... roses with fingers chill From the roses that grew at your window - sill— I plucked two roses , a white and a red ... rose with a groan , Y ROBERT BUCHANAN . THE BABY'S DÉBUT . My brother Jack was nine in May , And I was eight on New ...
... roses with fingers chill From the roses that grew at your window - sill— I plucked two roses , a white and a red ... rose with a groan , Y ROBERT BUCHANAN . THE BABY'S DÉBUT . My brother Jack was nine in May , And I was eight on New ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
American arms beautiful blessed bosom brave breast breath bridge called Charlotte Corday cold Concord River cried dark dead dear death Devadatta door dream England eyes face fair fancy father fear feet fell fire Gardes Françaises gaze grave hair hand happy hath head heard heart heaven Heidegger HENRY COPPÉE HENRY KIRK WHITE honor hope horse hour hundred Jean Valjean John Adams king lady land laugh liberty light lips live look Lord Medbourne mind morning mother NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH Parthenon passed Pawnee poem poor popinjay rose round Sakya seemed side smile soul spirit stood story stream sweet tears tell Teton thee thine things thou thought tion Tom Moody tree turned voice walls watched wife wonder Yasodhara 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...