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... blood bursts and smokes around . As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on hìgh ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle . 3. Like leaves on trèes the life of man is found , Now green in ...
... blood bursts and smokes around . As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on hìgh ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle . 3. Like leaves on trèes the life of man is found , Now green in ...
الصفحة 20
... blood from our forefathers ' graves . Their spirits are hovering ò'er us , And the sword shall to glòry restore us . 6. It is this accursed American wàr that has led us , step by step , into all our present misfortunes and national ...
... blood from our forefathers ' graves . Their spirits are hovering ò'er us , And the sword shall to glòry restore us . 6. It is this accursed American wàr that has led us , step by step , into all our present misfortunes and national ...
الصفحة 22
... blood ? 2. Must I búdge ? Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch under your testy húmor ? 3 . Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the órnament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem , Letting " I dare not " wait ...
... blood ? 2. Must I búdge ? Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch under your testy húmor ? 3 . Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the órnament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem , Letting " I dare not " wait ...
الصفحة 41
... the hall ! What spòrt , what spòrt . Slow they entered with their master ; In the hall they laid him dòwn . On his coat were leaves and blood - stains , On his brow an angry frown . 9. Pure tone . O Freedom , thou art nòt TRANSITION . 41.
... the hall ! What spòrt , what spòrt . Slow they entered with their master ; In the hall they laid him dòwn . On his coat were leaves and blood - stains , On his brow an angry frown . 9. Pure tone . O Freedom , thou art nòt TRANSITION . 41.
الصفحة 42
... blood , Disguise fair nature with hard - favored ràge . Very Loud . On , ON , you noblest English , Whose blood is fetched from fathers of wàr - proof ! Fathers , that , like so many Alexanders , Have , in these parts , from morn till ...
... blood , Disguise fair nature with hard - favored ràge . Very Loud . On , ON , you noblest English , Whose blood is fetched from fathers of wàr - proof ! Fathers , that , like so many Alexanders , Have , in these parts , from morn till ...
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Acadian arms beauty beneath bird black crows blood blow blue born brave breath brother Catiline Charles the Bold child clouds cried Crowfield Cusha dark dead death deep earth England eyes father feel fire flowers France gates give glory gold golden hand Harvard College hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor Hyder Ali KARST land light live Lochinvar look Lord loud Medford town morning mountain Nature Neph never night o'er ocean Paul Revere Pleiades poet poor pray retina rise rocks round sail Scrooge ship shore shout silent sing smile soul sound speak spirit stand stars stone stood stream sweet sword T. B. ALDRICH tears tell thee thing thou thought thunder tone Trinity College turned utter village maid voice watch waves wind word young
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الصفحة 250 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
الصفحة 98 - 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 bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better, by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 253 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
الصفحة 98 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine : There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 111 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
الصفحة 358 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
الصفحة 341 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
الصفحة 342 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
الصفحة 176 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 381 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.