Every Day in the Year: A Poetical Epitome of the World's HistoryJames Lauren Ford, Mary K. Ford Dodd, Mead, 1902 - 443 páginas |
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... head the coals of prayer . Go forth , like him ! like him return again , To bless the land whereon in bitter pain Ye toiled at first , And heal with freedom what your slav- ery cursed . -John G. Whittier . BOSTON HYMN . On the Freeing ...
... head the coals of prayer . Go forth , like him ! like him return again , To bless the land whereon in bitter pain Ye toiled at first , And heal with freedom what your slav- ery cursed . -John G. Whittier . BOSTON HYMN . On the Freeing ...
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... head of a King ! " She called for the blood of our King , And straight from his prison we drew him ; And to her with shouting we led him , And took him , and bound him , and slew him ' The monarchs of Europe against me Have plotted a ...
... head of a King ! " She called for the blood of our King , And straight from his prison we drew him ; And to her with shouting we led him , And took him , and bound him , and slew him ' The monarchs of Europe against me Have plotted a ...
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... heads beside him . -Horace Smith . January 30 . EXECUTION OF CHARLES I. Charles I. was executed at Whitehall on Jan. 30 ... head Down , as upon a bed . From " An Horation Ode . " -Andrew Marvel . UPON THE DEATH OF KING CHARLES I. Great ...
... heads beside him . -Horace Smith . January 30 . EXECUTION OF CHARLES I. Charles I. was executed at Whitehall on Jan. 30 ... head Down , as upon a bed . From " An Horation Ode . " -Andrew Marvel . UPON THE DEATH OF KING CHARLES I. Great ...
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... head The crowns of years and fame : Little the Lucrine lake Or Tivoli said to him , Scarce did the memories wake , Of the far - off years and dim , For he stood by Avernus ' shore . But he dreamed of a Northern glen , And he murmured ...
... head The crowns of years and fame : Little the Lucrine lake Or Tivoli said to him , Scarce did the memories wake , Of the far - off years and dim , For he stood by Avernus ' shore . But he dreamed of a Northern glen , And he murmured ...
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... head that stoops unto the scissors now , Under the weight of many crowns did bow . The shoulders on which now the cowl is flung , On them the ermine of the Caesars hung . I living now as dead myself behold , And fall in ruins like this ...
... head that stoops unto the scissors now , Under the weight of many crowns did bow . The shoulders on which now the cowl is flung , On them the ermine of the Caesars hung . I living now as dead myself behold , And fall in ruins like this ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfred Tennyson banner battle beneath blood bold born brave breast breath bright brow Cæsar cannon cheer crown dare dark dead dear death deeds deep died dream drum earth Edmund Gosse England English eyes face fame fear Felicia Hemans fell fierce fight fire flag flame flowers fought Francis Saltus Saltus gallant glory grave guns hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hero honor John Boyle O'Reilly King land light lips living Lord Lord Byron March morning mourn never night o'er peace Philip Freneau praise proud Richard Watson Gilder roar rose round sail shine ship shore shot shout silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Spain spirit stars stood Swat sweet sword tears thee thine thou throne thunder Twas victory voice Wallace Rice wave weep wild William Makepeace Thackeray William Wordsworth
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Página 122 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Página 18 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 57 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Página 117 - O Captain ! My Captain ! Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Página 327 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Página 342 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O 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.
Página 406 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 342 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 380 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes...
Página 278 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.