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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... stand Whose window hath the broadest light , - When preachers tell us all they think , And party leaders all they mean , - When what we pay for , that we drink , From real grape and coffee bean , - When lawyers take what they would give ...
... stand Whose window hath the broadest light , - When preachers tell us all they think , And party leaders all they mean , - When what we pay for , that we drink , From real grape and coffee bean , - When lawyers take what they would give ...
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... standing apart ; one of them a gentleman of - oh , ah , yes ! the other a lady in a white cashmere , leaning on his shoulder . - The ingenuous reader will understand that this was an internal , private , personal , subjec- tive diorama ...
... standing apart ; one of them a gentleman of - oh , ah , yes ! the other a lady in a white cashmere , leaning on his shoulder . - The ingenuous reader will understand that this was an internal , private , personal , subjec- tive diorama ...
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... standing was rude to me once . Oh , that is the maternal grand- father , said a wise old friend to me , he was a boor . - Better too few words , from the woman we love , than too many while she is silent , Nature is working for her ...
... standing was rude to me once . Oh , that is the maternal grand- father , said a wise old friend to me , he was a boor . - Better too few words , from the woman we love , than too many while she is silent , Nature is working for her ...
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... stand on tiptoe , " What are these people about ? " And the small herbs at their feet look up and whisper back , - " We will go and see . " So the small herbs pack themselves up in the least possible bundles , and wait until the wind ...
... stand on tiptoe , " What are these people about ? " And the small herbs at their feet look up and whisper back , - " We will go and see . " So the small herbs pack themselves up in the least possible bundles , and wait until the wind ...
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... stands only death , brave death and be a hero ! but if there be a teaching of the divine law , pause , and die obscure and honest ! THE BREAD RIOT . BY DINAH MULOCK . ( From " John Halifax , Gentleman . " ) [ DINAH MARIA MULOCK ( CRAIK ) ...
... stands only death , brave death and be a hero ! but if there be a teaching of the divine law , pause , and die obscure and honest ! THE BREAD RIOT . BY DINAH MULOCK . ( From " John Halifax , Gentleman . " ) [ DINAH MARIA MULOCK ( CRAIK ) ...
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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...