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... Hours of Webster 134. Speech of Ringan Gilhaize 140. The Reform Bill . 142. The Cause of the Union 145. Vindication of Ireland . 149. Second Inaugural Address ......... . " " 300 Choate . 307 Nott . 321 .Naylor . 326 E. Kellogg . 334 ...
... Hours of Webster 134. Speech of Ringan Gilhaize 140. The Reform Bill . 142. The Cause of the Union 145. Vindication of Ireland . 149. Second Inaugural Address ......... . " " 300 Choate . 307 Nott . 321 .Naylor . 326 E. Kellogg . 334 ...
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... hour , The pretty , harmless boy was slain ! " 4. " There is a calm for those who weep , A rest for weary pilgrims found ; They softly lie and sweetly sleep , Low in the ground . " The storm that sweeps the wintry sky , No more disturbs ...
... hour , The pretty , harmless boy was slain ! " 4. " There is a calm for those who weep , A rest for weary pilgrims found ; They softly lie and sweetly sleep , Low in the ground . " The storm that sweeps the wintry sky , No more disturbs ...
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... may cost treasure , and it may cost blood ; but it will stànd , and it will richly compensate for both . " 66 Suppose that you see , at once , all the hours of the day - and all the seasons of the year , a xxxviii INTRODUCTORY TREATISE .
... may cost treasure , and it may cost blood ; but it will stànd , and it will richly compensate for both . " 66 Suppose that you see , at once , all the hours of the day - and all the seasons of the year , a xxxviii INTRODUCTORY TREATISE .
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... hour give up to ínfamy The harvest of a thousand years of glóry ? Die àll first ! Yes , die by piècemeal ! - Leave not a limb o'er which a Dàne can triumph ! " True courage but from opposition gròws ; And what are fifty what a thousand ...
... hour give up to ínfamy The harvest of a thousand years of glóry ? Die àll first ! Yes , die by piècemeal ! - Leave not a limb o'er which a Dàne can triumph ! " True courage but from opposition gròws ; And what are fifty what a thousand ...
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... hour , dark fraud Or open rapine , or protected murder , Cries out against them . But this very day , An honest man , my neighbor , —there he stands , - Was struck , struck like a dog , by one who wore The badge of Ursini ; because ...
... hour , dark fraud Or open rapine , or protected murder , Cries out against them . But this very day , An honest man , my neighbor , —there he stands , - Was struck , struck like a dog , by one who wore The badge of Ursini ; because ...
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Page lxv - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Page lxiv - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 364 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Page 406 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 418 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 229 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 418 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart, And in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, (Which all the while ran blood), great Caesar fell.
Page 286 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
Page 406 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care, No children run to lisp their sire's return Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 231 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...