The Warner Library, المجلد 27Charles Dudley Warner, John William Cunliffe, Ashley Horace Thorndike, Harry Morgan Ayres, Helen Rex Keller, Gerhard Richard Lomer Warner Library Company, 1917 |
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الصفحة 16331
... eyes to the front all , And with guns horizontal , Stood our sires : And the balls whistled deadly , And in streams flashing redly Blazed the fires ; As the swift Billows ' drift Drove the dark battle breakers o'er the green sodded ...
... eyes to the front all , And with guns horizontal , Stood our sires : And the balls whistled deadly , And in streams flashing redly Blazed the fires ; As the swift Billows ' drift Drove the dark battle breakers o'er the green sodded ...
الصفحة 16334
... eyes not blue nor gray , Like the sky ' twixt night and day ; Small red mouth - and all to say Has been said . Just ... eye on Could compate wid Rose Ryan of the town of Kenmare . Oh , where Can her like be found ? No where , The country ...
... eyes not blue nor gray , Like the sky ' twixt night and day ; Small red mouth - and all to say Has been said . Just ... eye on Could compate wid Rose Ryan of the town of Kenmare . Oh , where Can her like be found ? No where , The country ...
الصفحة 16335
... eye to her heather - sweet lip . Oh , where , etc. Did your eyes ever follow The wings of the swallow Here and there , light as air , o'er the meadow field glance ? For if not , you've no notion Of the exquisite motion Of her sweet ...
... eye to her heather - sweet lip . Oh , where , etc. Did your eyes ever follow The wings of the swallow Here and there , light as air , o'er the meadow field glance ? For if not , you've no notion Of the exquisite motion Of her sweet ...
الصفحة 16355
... eyes are filled with tears . " . I have dwelt in Arcadia , Love , So many , many years ! " Is Arcadia fair , Sweetheart ? When I called , wert thou loth to go ? » — Nay , ask me not that , I pray , For truly I do not know . " Is Arcadia ...
... eyes are filled with tears . " . I have dwelt in Arcadia , Love , So many , many years ! " Is Arcadia fair , Sweetheart ? When I called , wert thou loth to go ? » — Nay , ask me not that , I pray , For truly I do not know . " Is Arcadia ...
الصفحة 16363
... Eyes of light — Stars , though bright , Match those eyes you never can . Hebe blest Once the best Food of gods before her placed : When I sip Her red lip , I can still the nectar taste . KING HENRY IV . OF FRANCE . NELLY OF THE TOP ...
... Eyes of light — Stars , though bright , Match those eyes you never can . Hebe blest Once the best Food of gods before her placed : When I sip Her red lip , I can still the nectar taste . KING HENRY IV . OF FRANCE . NELLY OF THE TOP ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Author Unknown beauty Ben Bolt beneath Binnorie bird blow blue bonny brave breast breath bright brow Charles Godfrey Leland cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream Dublin University Magazine earth EMMA LAZARUS eyes F. W. Bourdillon face fair fear feet flowers George Walter Thornbury gleam Glenlogie gold golden grave gray green hair hame hand hast hath hear heart heaven king kiss land laugh light lips live Lizette Woodworth Reese look Lord Louise Chandler Moulton love's Margaret Deland merry morning mother ne'er never night o'er pain PAULINE JOHNSON pray rest Robert Buchanan rose round shining shore sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou thought Translation in Dublin tree twas voice waves weary wild William wind wings wonder
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الصفحة 16432 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps...
الصفحة 16406 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home!
الصفحة 16586 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 16856 - Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run, Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
الصفحة 16510 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
الصفحة 16871 - To you in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign. 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
الصفحة 16431 - Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
الصفحة 16839 - A million torches lighted by thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power, accomplish thy command. All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss, What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.
الصفحة 16413 - WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
الصفحة 17024 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.