The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volumen26Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, Limited, 1899 |
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... round the desk in a ragged , forlorn , unrhymed condi- tion as long as that . All poets will tell you just such stories . C'est le DERNIER pas qui coute . Don't you know how hard it is for some people to get out of a room after their ...
... round the desk in a ragged , forlorn , unrhymed condi- tion as long as that . All poets will tell you just such stories . C'est le DERNIER pas qui coute . Don't you know how hard it is for some people to get out of a room after their ...
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... round , one directed conspicu- ously to The Honorable , etc. , etc. Great - grandmother , by the same artist ; brown satin , lace very fine , hands superlative ; grand old lady , stiffish , but imposing . Her mother , artist un- known ...
... round , one directed conspicu- ously to The Honorable , etc. , etc. Great - grandmother , by the same artist ; brown satin , lace very fine , hands superlative ; grand old lady , stiffish , but imposing . Her mother , artist un- known ...
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... round the walls of your memory's chamber . - The sea remembers nothing . It is feline . It licks your feet , its huge flanks pur very pleasantly for you ; but it will crack your bones and eat you , for all that , and wipe the crimsoned ...
... round the walls of your memory's chamber . - The sea remembers nothing . It is feline . It licks your feet , its huge flanks pur very pleasantly for you ; but it will crack your bones and eat you , for all that , and wipe the crimsoned ...
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... round Through the town . But now he walks the streets , And he looks at all he meets , Sad and wan . And he shakes his feeble head That it seems as if he said , " They are gone . " The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has THE LAST ...
... round Through the town . But now he walks the streets , And he looks at all he meets , Sad and wan . And he shakes his feeble head That it seems as if he said , " They are gone . " The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has THE LAST ...
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... round with willow trees ( For all their humble wares were made from these ) ; And sometimes they from farm to farm would wend , And horses ' cribs and broken baskets mend . VOL . XXVI . .4 And so one evening , as they trudged their ...
... round with willow trees ( For all their humble wares were made from these ) ; And sometimes they from farm to farm would wend , And horses ' cribs and broken baskets mend . VOL . XXVI . .4 And so one evening , as they trudged their ...
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Página 308 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Página 227 - My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills like that above.
Página 41 - There is always somewhere a weakest spot, — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, or within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...
Página 226 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Página 214 - In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool. Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Página 111 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Página 226 - Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Página 44 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Página 218 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Página 118 - Into the fine cloth white like flame Weaving the golden thread, To fashion the birth-robes for them Who are just born, being dead. ' He shall fear, haply, and be dumb : Then...