The Heart of Oak Books, المجلد 5Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D.C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... seemed only partly of our for their extent and magnificence . They were professional topics that own creating , gradually everything seemed to not all temples , for some of the greatest of them we mused as we sat be- become absorbed in ...
... seemed only partly of our for their extent and magnificence . They were professional topics that own creating , gradually everything seemed to not all temples , for some of the greatest of them we mused as we sat be- become absorbed in ...
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... seemed quite up to the new game; none seemed to be gathering the force or stature necessary for the Big Show. The parochial nature of the early victories (Harkin in Iowa, Tson- gas in New England, Kerrey in South Dakota) seemed to ...
... seemed quite up to the new game; none seemed to be gathering the force or stature necessary for the Big Show. The parochial nature of the early victories (Harkin in Iowa, Tson- gas in New England, Kerrey in South Dakota) seemed to ...
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... seemed very sweet for all of us;it seemed that we hadabout everything! Wehad youth,health, education, money and ambition. Wewere the parents of a healthy wonderful little girl and when Ethel was four years old,we eagerly awaitedthe ...
... seemed very sweet for all of us;it seemed that we hadabout everything! Wehad youth,health, education, money and ambition. Wewere the parents of a healthy wonderful little girl and when Ethel was four years old,we eagerly awaitedthe ...
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... seemed that Queen M trusted me now. We set off along another of those endless, intestinal corridors which seemed to fill the entire vessel. The cabin doors were all shut but it was impossible to tell if they were occupied. "Are these ...
... seemed that Queen M trusted me now. We set off along another of those endless, intestinal corridors which seemed to fill the entire vessel. The cabin doors were all shut but it was impossible to tell if they were occupied. "Are these ...
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... seemed to dance and move quickly on the outskirts of the town for a few moments , the stream rippled quite audibly beside them , a few stones loosened themselves from the hill- side and splashed into the stream , a heavy wind seemed to ...
... seemed to dance and move quickly on the outskirts of the town for a few moments , the stream rippled quite audibly beside them , a few stones loosened themselves from the hill- side and splashed into the stream , a heavy wind seemed to ...
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الصفحة 226 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
الصفحة 260 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
الصفحة 310 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
الصفحة 4 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
الصفحة 172 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
الصفحة 171 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. " And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
الصفحة 304 - twill cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good-morning.
الصفحة 5 - custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 229 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
الصفحة 347 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.