The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediæval and Modern, المجلد 21Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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الصفحة 36
... received . His thirst now increased ; and he called for " drink , drink , " " fan , fan , " and " rub , rub , " addressing himself in this last case to Dr. Scott , who had been rubbing his breast with his hand , by which some relief was ...
... received . His thirst now increased ; and he called for " drink , drink , " " fan , fan , " and " rub , rub , " addressing himself in this last case to Dr. Scott , who had been rubbing his breast with his hand , by which some relief was ...
الصفحة 41
... received every day some bread and a ration of rice ; but as we had no means of dressing food , we were in reality reduced to dry bread . Dry bread was very unsubstantial food for one who could see from his casemate , at the door of his ...
... received every day some bread and a ration of rice ; but as we had no means of dressing food , we were in reality reduced to dry bread . Dry bread was very unsubstantial food for one who could see from his casemate , at the door of his ...
الصفحة 42
... received by our companions in captivity . Though this sale of my watch brought some comfort to us , it was doomed at a later day to plunge a family into sorrow . The town of Rosas fell into the power of the French after a courageous ...
... received by our companions in captivity . Though this sale of my watch brought some comfort to us , it was doomed at a later day to plunge a family into sorrow . The town of Rosas fell into the power of the French after a courageous ...
الصفحة 43
... received a comfortable repast . The church having become necessary to the garrison to serve as a magazine , we were moved on the 25th of September , 1808 , to a Trinity fort , called the Bouton de Rosas , a citadel situated on a little ...
... received a comfortable repast . The church having become necessary to the garrison to serve as a magazine , we were moved on the 25th of September , 1808 , to a Trinity fort , called the Bouton de Rosas , a citadel situated on a little ...
الصفحة 44
... received ; it was by this bit of paper , the size of the onza de oro , that my family learned that I was still in existence , and it enabled my mother a model of piety to cease saying masses - for the repose of my soul . Five days ...
... received ; it was by this bit of paper , the size of the onza de oro , that my family learned that I was still in existence , and it enabled my mother a model of piety to cease saying masses - for the repose of my soul . Five days ...
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الصفحة 236 - To HIM who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and .she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
الصفحة 239 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
الصفحة 238 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
الصفحة 299 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror...
الصفحة xix - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 12 - 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 bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 299 - Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
الصفحة 298 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
الصفحة 242 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
الصفحة 238 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.