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... FIRE , THE NATURAL BRIDGE OF VIRGIN ICEBERGS IN THE ATLANTIC , THE CAVE OF DAHRA , J. Fenimore Cooper , 129 VIRGINIA , Elihu Burritt , 133 Anonymous , 138 Douglas Jerrold , 139 THE MOSAIC VIEW OF CREATION , Hugh Miller , 145 THE ESCAPE ...
... FIRE , THE NATURAL BRIDGE OF VIRGIN ICEBERGS IN THE ATLANTIC , THE CAVE OF DAHRA , J. Fenimore Cooper , 129 VIRGINIA , Elihu Burritt , 133 Anonymous , 138 Douglas Jerrold , 139 THE MOSAIC VIEW OF CREATION , Hugh Miller , 145 THE ESCAPE ...
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... fire ; As any sung of old in hall or bower To minstrel - harps at midnight's witching hour ! SAMUEL ROGERS . Caudle - cup - i.e . , A cup for holding caudle , which was a liquor made with water , oatmeal , spices , and a small dash of ...
... fire ; As any sung of old in hall or bower To minstrel - harps at midnight's witching hour ! SAMUEL ROGERS . Caudle - cup - i.e . , A cup for holding caudle , which was a liquor made with water , oatmeal , spices , and a small dash of ...
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... fire - sparks rose , And the leader's gathering ward . 4. But a band , the noblest band of all , Through the rude Morgarten strait , With blazoned streamers , and lances tall , Moved onwards , in princely state . They came , with heavy ...
... fire - sparks rose , And the leader's gathering ward . 4. But a band , the noblest band of all , Through the rude Morgarten strait , With blazoned streamers , and lances tall , Moved onwards , in princely state . They came , with heavy ...
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... fires On the soaring Alps that night , When children sprang to greet their sires From the wild Morgarten fight . HEMANS . Battle of Morgarten . " In the year 1315 , Switzerland was invaded by Duke Leopold of Austria , with a formidable ...
... fires On the soaring Alps that night , When children sprang to greet their sires From the wild Morgarten fight . HEMANS . Battle of Morgarten . " In the year 1315 , Switzerland was invaded by Duke Leopold of Austria , with a formidable ...
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... fire , And each one prayed for a strong steel blade As the crown of his desire : And he made them weapons sharp and strong , Till they shouted loud for glee , And gave him gifts of pearl and gold , And spoils of the forest free . And ...
... fire , And each one prayed for a strong steel blade As the crown of his desire : And he made them weapons sharp and strong , Till they shouted loud for glee , And gave him gifts of pearl and gold , And spoils of the forest free . And ...
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Page 310 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 81 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Page 60 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Page 246 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Page 80 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Page 45 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 16 - When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
Page 47 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 80 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with death's prophetic ear...