The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 1Carson Stewart & Company, 1885 - Literature |
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... leave a vacant space almost like an arch , through which one might have reached into his grave . No one , how- ever , presumed to meddle with his remains , so awfully guarded by a malediction ; and , lest any of the idle or the curious ...
... leave a vacant space almost like an arch , through which one might have reached into his grave . No one , how- ever , presumed to meddle with his remains , so awfully guarded by a malediction ; and , lest any of the idle or the curious ...
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... leave the place ; and as I passed through the churchyard I plucked a branch from one of the yew trees , the only relic that I have brought from Stratford . I had now visited the usual objects of a pilgrim's devotion , but I had a desire ...
... leave the place ; and as I passed through the churchyard I plucked a branch from one of the yew trees , the only relic that I have brought from Stratford . I had now visited the usual objects of a pilgrim's devotion , but I had a desire ...
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... leave I was gratified by the civil entreaties of the housekeeper and butler that I would take some refreshment - an instance of good old hospitality which I grieve to say we castle - hunters seldom meet with in modern days . I make no ...
... leave I was gratified by the civil entreaties of the housekeeper and butler that I would take some refreshment - an instance of good old hospitality which I grieve to say we castle - hunters seldom meet with in modern days . I make no ...
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... Leaving them to continue their task , he set off instantly to rouse the militia - officers of the nearest towns . On his return he found hundreds who had mustered and chosen him their leader . Issuing orders for them to follow , he ...
... Leaving them to continue their task , he set off instantly to rouse the militia - officers of the nearest towns . On his return he found hundreds who had mustered and chosen him their leader . Issuing orders for them to follow , he ...
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... leaves me where I am . My father's walls are made of brick , But not so tall , and not so thick As these ; and , goodness me ! My father's beams are made of wood , But never , never half so good . As these that now I see . What a large ...
... leaves me where I am . My father's walls are made of brick , But not so tall , and not so thick As these ; and , goodness me ! My father's beams are made of wood , But never , never half so good . As these that now I see . What a large ...
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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...