The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 4Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 - Literature |
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... hand in the wound , tore out the palpitat- ing heart . The minister of death , first hold ing this up toward the sun - an object of worship throughout Anahuac - cast it at the feet of the deity to whom the temple was devoted , while the ...
... hand in the wound , tore out the palpitat- ing heart . The minister of death , first hold ing this up toward the sun - an object of worship throughout Anahuac - cast it at the feet of the deity to whom the temple was devoted , while the ...
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... hand when , after lighting a cigar with a sunglass , he looked up and perceived a man coming over the brow of the hill at the foot of which the pedler had stopped his green cart . Domin- icus watched him as he descended , and noticed ...
... hand when , after lighting a cigar with a sunglass , he looked up and perceived a man coming over the brow of the hill at the foot of which the pedler had stopped his green cart . Domin- icus watched him as he descended , and noticed ...
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... hand , his hand on a spade ; How vain was their boast ! for the Lord hath I knew by the gleam of his eloquent eye That his soul was instructing his lips to reply ; but spoken , And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave . Sound the ...
... hand , his hand on a spade ; How vain was their boast ! for the Lord hath I knew by the gleam of his eloquent eye That his soul was instructing his lips to reply ; but spoken , And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave . Sound the ...
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... hand . From the north wings of And , fluttering on a fitful breeze , twilight The autumn leaves came softly down . There falls unwonted shadow , and strange As underneath a tree we stopped gloom An ornament of gold I dropped- Cloisters ...
... hand . From the north wings of And , fluttering on a fitful breeze , twilight The autumn leaves came softly down . There falls unwonted shadow , and strange As underneath a tree we stopped gloom An ornament of gold I dropped- Cloisters ...
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... hand , She took from her dark hair its flowery band , And scattered them round . At once they raise The hymn of ... hands Before her ironing - board . She comforts all her mother's days , And with her sweet obedient ways She makes her ...
... hand , She took from her dark hair its flowery band , And scattered them round . At once they raise The hymn of ... hands Before her ironing - board . She comforts all her mother's days , And with her sweet obedient ways She makes her ...
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Popular passages
Page 99 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 101 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 156 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 29 - Oh ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 251 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Page 434 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 462 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Page 462 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 298 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 298 - ... unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...