The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 1Carson Stewart & Company, 1885 - Literature |
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... head when I men- tioned her valuable and inexhaustible col- lection of relics , particularly her remains of the mulberry tree ; and the old sexton even expressed a doubt as to Shakespeare having been born in her house . I soon ...
... head when I men- tioned her valuable and inexhaustible col- lection of relics , particularly her remains of the mulberry tree ; and the old sexton even expressed a doubt as to Shakespeare having been born in her house . I soon ...
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... head begin to warn him that the evening of life is drawing on , he turns as fondly as does the infant to the mother's arms to sink to sleep in the bosom of the scene of his childhood . How would it have cheered the spirit of the ...
... head begin to warn him that the evening of life is drawing on , he turns as fondly as does the infant to the mother's arms to sink to sleep in the bosom of the scene of his childhood . How would it have cheered the spirit of the ...
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... head , and by his side Major John Buttrick of Concord , with John Robin- son of Westford , lieutenant - colonel in Pres- cott's regiment , but on this day a volunteer without command . Thus these three men walked together in front ...
... head , and by his side Major John Buttrick of Concord , with John Robin- son of Westford , lieutenant - colonel in Pres- cott's regiment , but on this day a volunteer without command . Thus these three men walked together in front ...
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... head by a young man with a hatchet . The party at Barrett's might have been cut off , but was not molested . As the Sudbury company , commanded by the brave Nixon , passed near the South bridge , Josiah Haynes , then eighty years of age ...
... head by a young man with a hatchet . The party at Barrett's might have been cut off , but was not molested . As the Sudbury company , commanded by the brave Nixon , passed near the South bridge , Josiah Haynes , then eighty years of age ...
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... head to feet , Loperte Lord Ronald I liked my horse . I liked. LAST night I tossed upon my bed , Because I knew that she was dead : The curtains were white , the pane was blue , The moon peeped through , And its eye was red . " I would ...
... head to feet , Loperte Lord Ronald I liked my horse . I liked. LAST night I tossed upon my bed , Because I knew that she was dead : The curtains were white , the pane was blue , The moon peeped through , And its eye was red . " I would ...
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American arms beautiful blessed bosom brave breast breath bridge called Charlotte Corday cold Concord River cried dark dead dear death Devadatta door dream England 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 KIRK WHITE honor hope horse hour hundred Jean Valjean John Adams king lady land laugh liberty light lips live look Lord Medbourne mind morning mother NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH Parthenon passed Pawnee poem poor popinjay rose round Sakya seemed side smile soul spirit stood story stream sweet tears tell Teton thee thine things thou thought tion Tom Moody tree turned voice walls watched wife wonder 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...