Choice Literature, كتاب 6American Book Company, 1912 |
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... clouds . The oaks , too , notwithstanding m weather , sob and creak with their great boughs , announcing a tempest . Thou canst play the ra- if thou wilt ; credit me for once , and let us home e storm begins to rage , for the night will ...
... clouds . The oaks , too , notwithstanding m weather , sob and creak with their great boughs , announcing a tempest . Thou canst play the ra- if thou wilt ; credit me for once , and let us home e storm begins to rage , for the night will ...
الصفحة 66
... cloud , Or like a demon in a shroud . - And rearing Lindis , backward pressed , Shook all her trembling bankes amaine ; Then madly at the eygre's breast Flung uppe her weltering walls again . Then bankes came downe with ruin and rout ...
... cloud , Or like a demon in a shroud . - And rearing Lindis , backward pressed , Shook all her trembling bankes amaine ; Then madly at the eygre's breast Flung uppe her weltering walls again . Then bankes came downe with ruin and rout ...
الصفحة 72
... clouds . " It became impossible to keep order or to carry away the wounded ; and when , at sunset , the troops entered Charles- town , under the welcome shelter of the fleet , it was upon the full run . They were not a moment too soon ...
... clouds . " It became impossible to keep order or to carry away the wounded ; and when , at sunset , the troops entered Charles- town , under the welcome shelter of the fleet , it was upon the full run . They were not a moment too soon ...
الصفحة 145
... clouds ; and Time , the hoary- tentate , proclaims it with an iron tongue ! From lime , from ocean to ocean , from century to cen- from planet to planet , all is onward . the smallest rivulet down to the unfathomable thing is onward ...
... clouds ; and Time , the hoary- tentate , proclaims it with an iron tongue ! From lime , from ocean to ocean , from century to cen- from planet to planet , all is onward . the smallest rivulet down to the unfathomable thing is onward ...
الصفحة 149
... clouds in eternal shadow lie , reams the evening sunshine on quiet wood and nd calmly wait till the hinges turn for me . tops faintly rustle beneath the breeze's flight , nd soothing sound , yet it whispers of the night ; e wood thrush ...
... clouds in eternal shadow lie , reams the evening sunshine on quiet wood and nd calmly wait till the hinges turn for me . tops faintly rustle beneath the breeze's flight , nd soothing sound , yet it whispers of the night ; e wood thrush ...
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Alice Cary Annabel Lee Annie arms Arthur battle began Ben Bolt beneath bless born boys Brown called clouds Cusha dark dead dear death earth East EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Enoch eyes face father fear feet fell fellow field fire flowers FRANCIS MILES FINCH friends grave gray green half hand head heard heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER hill hollow honor horse hounds hour Ichabod Ichabod Crane JOSEPH ADDISON keeper king knew land light live look Lord MAX SCHNECKENBURGER morning never night o'er old oaken bucket passed poor pride Rhine river rose round Rugby scene Schoolhouse scud shouted side Sleepy Hollow smile spring stand thy sons stood sweet Tadpole tell thee things thou thought town tree turned uppe voice walk wild wind wood young Brooke
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الصفحة 217 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
الصفحة 238 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
الصفحة 363 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
الصفحة 371 - 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. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
الصفحة 51 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
الصفحة 197 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE — With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
الصفحة 347 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
الصفحة 279 - And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain.
الصفحة 220 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
الصفحة 364 - The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.