The Rival Collection of Prose and Poetry, for the Use of Schools, Colleges and Public ReadersJ. W. Schermerhorn & Company, 1872 - 504 páginas |
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Página 116
... town , And woe , henceforth , to any hand that dares to pull it down ! " " But , General , " still persisting , the weeping veteran cried , " I'm young enough to follow , so long as you're my guide ; And some , you know , must bite the ...
... town , And woe , henceforth , to any hand that dares to pull it down ! " " But , General , " still persisting , the weeping veteran cried , " I'm young enough to follow , so long as you're my guide ; And some , you know , must bite the ...
Página 125
... town by night , TH But are banished from day forever ; They come and go like the shadows cast By clouds on a flowing river . The ghosts of a sweetness long since lost , Unpitied and dead to pity , They wander lonely and tempest - tost ...
... town by night , TH But are banished from day forever ; They come and go like the shadows cast By clouds on a flowing river . The ghosts of a sweetness long since lost , Unpitied and dead to pity , They wander lonely and tempest - tost ...
Página 129
... town ? Shall I lay me down ' neath the angry sky , On the cold , hard pavements alone to die , When the beautiful children their prayers have said , And mammas have tucked them up snugly in bed ? No dear mother ever upon me smiled— Why ...
... town ? Shall I lay me down ' neath the angry sky , On the cold , hard pavements alone to die , When the beautiful children their prayers have said , And mammas have tucked them up snugly in bed ? No dear mother ever upon me smiled— Why ...
Página 140
... town to and fro , To rattle his bell and his trumpet to blow ; And to call out to all he might meet in the way , " Ho ! forty old bachelors sold here to - day ! " And presently all the old maids in the town , Each one in her very best ...
... town to and fro , To rattle his bell and his trumpet to blow ; And to call out to all he might meet in the way , " Ho ! forty old bachelors sold here to - day ! " And presently all the old maids in the town , Each one in her very best ...
Página 142
... town- " Ho ! for a blacksmith - ho ! awake ! Bring him who will his fortune make— The best , the best the village boasts ! " Up springs the brawny blacksmith now , And rubs his eyes , and brushes off The iron'd sweat upon his brow ...
... town- " Ho ! for a blacksmith - ho ! awake ! Bring him who will his fortune make— The best , the best the village boasts ! " Up springs the brawny blacksmith now , And rubs his eyes , and brushes off The iron'd sweat upon his brow ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms Babie Bell BARBARA FRIETCHIE BATTLE OF FONTENOY beautiful bells Belshazzar beneath BENEDICT ARNOLD bless blood blow blue bosom brave breast breath Bregenz bride bright brow Cæsar CATARACT OF LODORE cheek child cold cried dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth eyes face fair father fell fire flag Fontenoy gazed gold grave gray hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor King kiss land Lars Porsena light lips live Lochinvar look Lord maid mother never Nevermore night o'er once pale Pompey poor pray Quoth the raven Rome rose round Sandalphon sare Scrooge Shamus shore sigh sleep smile soldier song soul SPARTACUS stars stood sweet sword tears tell Tennessee thee there's thou thought Twas voice waves Weller wery wife wild wind wonder word young
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!