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... Fathers , mixed and mingled with us àll - in the center of this most grave and venerable assembly - are men sitting , quietly plotting against my life , against all your lives ; the life of every virtuous senator and citizen . II ...
... Fathers , mixed and mingled with us àll - in the center of this most grave and venerable assembly - are men sitting , quietly plotting against my life , against all your lives ; the life of every virtuous senator and citizen . II ...
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... a màn ; So be it when I shall grow old , Or let me die ! The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety . IV . Orotund . 1. Roll on , thou deep DIFFERENT QUALITIES OF VOICE . 27 27.
... a màn ; So be it when I shall grow old , Or let me die ! The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety . IV . Orotund . 1. Roll on , thou deep DIFFERENT QUALITIES OF VOICE . 27 27.
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... Fathers , mothers , uncles , cousins , Pointing tails and pricking whiskers , Families by tens and dozens , Brothers , sisters , husbands , wives- Followed the Piper for their lives . 4. And there was mounting in hot haste , The steed ...
... Fathers , mothers , uncles , cousins , Pointing tails and pricking whiskers , Families by tens and dozens , Brothers , sisters , husbands , wives- Followed the Piper for their lives . 4. And there was mounting in hot haste , The steed ...
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... fathers of wàr - proof ! Fathers , that , like so many Alexanders , Have , in these parts , from morn till èven fought , And sheathed their swords for lack of argument . Quick and I see you stand like greyhounds in the slìps , Straining ...
... fathers of wàr - proof ! Fathers , that , like so many Alexanders , Have , in these parts , from morn till èven fought , And sheathed their swords for lack of argument . Quick and I see you stand like greyhounds in the slìps , Straining ...
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... Father of earth and heaven ! I call thy name ! Round me the smōke and shōut of battle roll ; My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ; Father , sustain an untried soldier's soul , Or lífe , or death , whatèver be the goal That ...
... Father of earth and heaven ! I call thy name ! Round me the smōke and shōut of battle roll ; My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ; Father , sustain an untried soldier's soul , Or lífe , or death , whatèver be the goal That ...
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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.