The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 1Carson Stewart & Company, 1885 - Literature |
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... bear the epithets thus given them . The people of Pebworth are still famed for their skill on the pipe and tabor ; Hillborough is now called Haunted Hill- borough ; and Grafton is famous for the poverty of its soil . " The old mansion ...
... bear the epithets thus given them . The people of Pebworth are still famed for their skill on the pipe and tabor ; Hillborough is now called Haunted Hill- borough ; and Grafton is famous for the poverty of its soil . " The old mansion ...
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... Bear the clang of hurrying feet . News of battle ! Who hath brought it ? News of triumph ! Who should bring Tidings from our noble army , Greetings from our gallant king ? All last night we watched the beacons Blazing on the hills afar ...
... Bear the clang of hurrying feet . News of battle ! Who hath brought it ? News of triumph ! Who should bring Tidings from our noble army , Greetings from our gallant king ? All last night we watched the beacons Blazing on the hills afar ...
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... bear the stigma of a fiction - monger . spirits of all the doctor's deceased patients | performing an exceedingly curious experi- dwelt within its verge and could stare him in the face whenever he looked thitherward . The opposite side ...
... bear the stigma of a fiction - monger . spirits of all the doctor's deceased patients | performing an exceedingly curious experi- dwelt within its verge and could stare him in the face whenever he looked thitherward . The opposite side ...
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... bear it no longer . As the telling of stories is a great help and life to conversation , I always encourage them if they are pertinent and innocent , in opposition to those gloomy mortals who dis- dain everything but matter of fact ...
... bear it no longer . As the telling of stories is a great help and life to conversation , I always encourage them if they are pertinent and innocent , in opposition to those gloomy mortals who dis- dain everything but matter of fact ...
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... bear to die . " Not yet ; I never knew till now How precious life could be ; My heart is full of love , O Death ! I cannot come with thee . " But Love and Hope , enchanted twain , Passed in their falsehood by ; Death came again , and ...
... bear to die . " Not yet ; I never knew till now How precious life could be ; My heart is full of love , O Death ! I cannot come with thee . " But Love and Hope , enchanted twain , Passed in their falsehood by ; Death came again , and ...
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Common terms and phrases
Antwerp arms beautiful blessed born bosom brave breast breath bridge called cold cried dark dead dear death Devadatta door dream earth Evandale eyes face fair fancy father fear feet fell fire Gardes Françaises gaze grave hair hand happy hath head heard heart heaven Heidegger HENRY COPPÉE HENRY KIRKE WHITE honor hope horse hour JAMES MACPHERSON Jean Valjean John Adams king kiss lady land laugh light lips live look Lord Marcus Cato Medbourne morning mother never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH passed Pawnees poem poor popinjay rose round Sainte Aldegonde Sakya seemed side sleep smile soon soul spirit stood story stream sweet tears tell Teton thee thine things thou thought tion Tom Moody trees turned voice watched wife wild Yasodhara young youth
Popular passages
Page 172 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist. And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist, — A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain.
Page 13 - Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs, On chalked flowers that lies. And winking mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty bin, My lady sweet arise!
Page 217 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Page 216 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Page 127 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 344 - Such a spirit is Liberty. At times she takes the form of a hateful reptile. She grovels, she hisses, she stings. But woe to those who in disgust shall venture to crush her! And happy are those who, having dared to receive her in her degraded and frightful shape, shall at length be rewarded by her in the time of her beauty and her glory!
Page 291 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Page 216 - Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Page 399 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Page 215 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new ; That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...