The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 2Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 - Literature |
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... head . " Columbus They are the distant objects seen , The lofty marks of what hath been . resteth here ! " Some ardent youth , perhaps , ere from his home Oh , who shall lightly say that fame He launch his venturous bark , will hither ...
... head . " Columbus They are the distant objects seen , The lofty marks of what hath been . resteth here ! " Some ardent youth , perhaps , ere from his home Oh , who shall lightly say that fame He launch his venturous bark , will hither ...
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... head A twenty books , clothed in black and red , Of Aristotle and his philosophie Than robès rich , or fiddle , or sautrie . But , albe that he was a philosopher , Then , when thou sang'st , in Nature's bosom Yet haddè he but little ...
... head A twenty books , clothed in black and red , Of Aristotle and his philosophie Than robès rich , or fiddle , or sautrie . But , albe that he was a philosopher , Then , when thou sang'st , in Nature's bosom Yet haddè he but little ...
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... head . Who falls in honorable strife Surrenders nothing but his life ; Who basely triumphs casts away The glory of the well - won day : Rather than feel the joy he feels , Commend me to his chariot - wheels . OL JAMES MONTGOMERY . THE ...
... head . Who falls in honorable strife Surrenders nothing but his life ; Who basely triumphs casts away The glory of the well - won day : Rather than feel the joy he feels , Commend me to his chariot - wheels . OL JAMES MONTGOMERY . THE ...
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... head before it grows hot ; but when it is driven to the head , so that it can go no farther , a few strokes will suffice to give it a considerable heat ; for whilst at every blow of the hammer the nail enters farther and farther into ...
... head before it grows hot ; but when it is driven to the head , so that it can go no farther , a few strokes will suffice to give it a considerable heat ; for whilst at every blow of the hammer the nail enters farther and farther into ...
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... head , and she no seemed to ken weel what to say ; for she was sae mim || and sae gentle then that ye wad hae said butter wadna melt in her mouth . And when I pressed her mair urgently , I'll just leave it to yersel ' , Peter , ' says ...
... head , and she no seemed to ken weel what to say ; for she was sae mim || and sae gentle then that ye wad hae said butter wadna melt in her mouth . And when I pressed her mair urgently , I'll just leave it to yersel ' , Peter , ' says ...
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Page 100 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 100 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 102 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Page 22 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Page 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 498 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 294 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Page 379 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 198 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.