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... * But yesterday the word of Cæsar might * Have stood against the world ; now lies he there , And none so poor to do him reverence . O masters ! if I were disposed to stir 18 MARC ANTONY'S ORALIN . Your hearts and minds to.
... * But yesterday the word of Cæsar might * Have stood against the world ; now lies he there , And none so poor to do him reverence . O masters ! if I were disposed to stir 18 MARC ANTONY'S ORALIN . Your hearts and minds to.
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... stood at the helm , That lovely summer day . Well filled with joyous passengers , She cut the waters wide , Leaving a silver line of light Along the foaming tide . But suddenly her captain starts ! His cheek is white as snow ! O ! sight ...
... stood at the helm , That lovely summer day . Well filled with joyous passengers , She cut the waters wide , Leaving a silver line of light Along the foaming tide . But suddenly her captain starts ! His cheek is white as snow ! O ! sight ...
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... stood , With his faint people , for a little rest Upon the shores of Jordan . The light wind Of morn was stirring , and he bared his brow To its refreshing breath ; for he had worn The mourner's covering , and he had not felt That he ...
... stood , With his faint people , for a little rest Upon the shores of Jordan . The light wind Of morn was stirring , and he bared his brow To its refreshing breath ; for he had worn The mourner's covering , and he had not felt That he ...
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... stood beside the bier , And gazed upon the dark pall steadfastly , As if he fear'd the slumberer might stir . A slow step startled him . He grasp'd his blade As if a trumpet rang ; but the bent form Of David enter'd , and he gave ...
... stood beside the bier , And gazed upon the dark pall steadfastly , As if he fear'd the slumberer might stir . A slow step startled him . He grasp'd his blade As if a trumpet rang ; but the bent form Of David enter'd , and he gave ...
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... Stood ready for the reaper's gathering hand , And all the winds slept soundly . Nature seemed , In silent contemplation , to adore Its Maker . Now and then the agéd leaf Fell from its fellows , rustling to the ground ; And , as it fell ...
... Stood ready for the reaper's gathering hand , And all the winds slept soundly . Nature seemed , In silent contemplation , to adore Its Maker . Now and then the agéd leaf Fell from its fellows , rustling to the ground ; And , as it fell ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
arms beautiful snow bells beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO breast breath bright brow Brutus Charles Mackay cheek child cold cried dark dead dear death deep door dread dreams earth eyes face fair FAKENHAM father fear fell flowers gazed goblet grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heathen Chinee heaven HERCULANEUM hope Horace Smith Inchcape Rock John's eve KING ROBERT kiss knew lady light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lord Lytton maiden mighty morning mother ne'er Netherby never nevermore night Numps o'er ocean once ORATOR PUFF ORISKA Pay your tithes Pigswiddy PYRAMUS AND THISBE Quoth Quoth the Raven ring ROBERT OF SICILY round seeing's not believing sigh sleep smile soul sound spoke stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought throne Twas Valmond voice wave wild woman of mind words young youth
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Página 61 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his...
Página 18 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Página 153 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Página 153 - Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before 'Surely...
Página 153 - I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Página 235 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Página 17 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Página 154 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Página 155 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Página 153 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.