The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 1Carson Stewart & Company, 1885 - Literature |
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... Never Heed Me Society upon the Stanislaus , The So Fair an Image ( From the Italian of Michael Angelo ) . Soldier's Tear , The . Song of a Summer , The Song of the Bivouac ( From the French ) . Song of the Mystic . Song of the ...
... Never Heed Me Society upon the Stanislaus , The So Fair an Image ( From the Italian of Michael Angelo ) . Soldier's Tear , The . Song of a Summer , The Song of the Bivouac ( From the French ) . Song of the Mystic . Song of the ...
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... never read , but which in this age of mental activity and investigation are from time to time being disclosed to the ardent and diligent search of scholars , and which are , when presented to an en- lightened and receptive world , new ...
... never read , but which in this age of mental activity and investigation are from time to time being disclosed to the ardent and diligent search of scholars , and which are , when presented to an en- lightened and receptive world , new ...
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... never heard from any person the least expression of a wish for a separation , " Frank- lin not long before had said to Chatham . In October , 1774 , Washington wrote , " No such thing as independence is desired by any thinking man in ...
... never heard from any person the least expression of a wish for a separation , " Frank- lin not long before had said to Chatham . In October , 1774 , Washington wrote , " No such thing as independence is desired by any thinking man in ...
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... never more than four hundred together at any one time ; but as some grew tired or used up their ammunition others took their places , and , though there was not much concert or discipline , the pursuit never flagged . Below West ...
... never more than four hundred together at any one time ; but as some grew tired or used up their ammunition others took their places , and , though there was not much concert or discipline , the pursuit never flagged . Below West ...
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LORD RONALD'S WIFE . I never sinned against thee , Sweet ! And yet last night , when none could see , And entered the room where my lady I know not , but from head to feet , Loperte Lord Ronald I liked my horse . I liked. LAST night I ...
LORD RONALD'S WIFE . I never sinned against thee , Sweet ! And yet last night , when none could see , And entered the room where my lady I know not , but from head to feet , Loperte Lord Ronald I liked my horse . I liked. LAST night I ...
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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...