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الصفحة 9
... look wildly round | in search of his friend . | Conal | son of Colgar , where hast thou been when the mighty fell ? | Did the seas of Cogorma roll round thee ? | Was the wind of the south in thy sails ? | The mighty have fallen in ...
... look wildly round | in search of his friend . | Conal | son of Colgar , where hast thou been when the mighty fell ? | Did the seas of Cogorma roll round thee ? | Was the wind of the south in thy sails ? | The mighty have fallen in ...
الصفحة 13
... looks . 3. The stranger laughed . " Aye , " said the man , in a humor- ous tone , " I wish to make the dog take notice of your civility ; it is so uncommon for a well - dressed person on horseback , to lift his hat or cap to a tattered ...
... looks . 3. The stranger laughed . " Aye , " said the man , in a humor- ous tone , " I wish to make the dog take notice of your civility ; it is so uncommon for a well - dressed person on horseback , to lift his hat or cap to a tattered ...
الصفحة 14
... Look , " say I , " dear shadow , art thou not like a youth , when the sun of life is rising the earth seems too small ; just when I lift a leg , thou liftest another , as if thou wouldst step over ten acres at once ; and yet when thou ...
... Look , " say I , " dear shadow , art thou not like a youth , when the sun of life is rising the earth seems too small ; just when I lift a leg , thou liftest another , as if thou wouldst step over ten acres at once ; and yet when thou ...
الصفحة 18
... look on holidays , when they put on gar lands of fresh flowers , and we dance under the shade of our trees , or retire to the woods to listen to the song of the birds ! Can your musicians sing more melodiously than our nightin- gale ...
... look on holidays , when they put on gar lands of fresh flowers , and we dance under the shade of our trees , or retire to the woods to listen to the song of the birds ! Can your musicians sing more melodiously than our nightin- gale ...
الصفحة 26
... look for his dog - he was not to be seen on the road . 11. At last , he arrived at the spot where he had alighted . But what were his sensations ! His heart was ready to bleed ; he raved in the madness of despair . The poor dog , unable ...
... look for his dog - he was not to be seen on the road . 11. At last , he arrived at the spot where he had alighted . But what were his sensations ! His heart was ready to bleed ; he raved in the madness of despair . The poor dog , unable ...
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الصفحة 331 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
الصفحة 159 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
الصفحة 281 - Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love ? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir.
الصفحة 300 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
الصفحة 285 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
الصفحة 253 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To be, contents his natural desire, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire ; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
الصفحة 159 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
الصفحة 298 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. 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...
الصفحة 281 - Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who having eyes see not, and having ears hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
الصفحة 187 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.