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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... thee . And well I deem the Sun , and all the stars , And wandering birds who now for forty years Have contemplated in the fields of air Thy meagre profile pale , and all the winds Who shook in storms thy venerable beard , White , hoary ...
... thee . And well I deem the Sun , and all the stars , And wandering birds who now for forty years Have contemplated in the fields of air Thy meagre profile pale , and all the winds Who shook in storms thy venerable beard , White , hoary ...
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... thee in word , and defy thee in deed ! XVIII . " We withstood Christ then ? be mindful how At least we withstand Barabbas now ! Was our outrage sore ? but the worst we spared , To have called these - Christians , —had we dared ! Let ...
... thee in word , and defy thee in deed ! XVIII . " We withstood Christ then ? be mindful how At least we withstand Barabbas now ! Was our outrage sore ? but the worst we spared , To have called these - Christians , —had we dared ! Let ...
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... thee ! and , if yet dis- sent Mingles , reluctant , with my large con- tent , I cannot censure what was nobly meant . But , while constrained to hold even Union less Than Liberty and Truth and Righteous- ness , I thank thee in the sweet ...
... thee ! and , if yet dis- sent Mingles , reluctant , with my large con- tent , I cannot censure what was nobly meant . But , while constrained to hold even Union less Than Liberty and Truth and Righteous- ness , I thank thee in the sweet ...
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... thee smile ? The fire , the wine , the men ! and in the midst Thou stand'st as if some mystery thou didst ! Pardon , I read it in thy face , the day For whose returns , and many , all these pray ; And so do I. This is the sixtieth year ...
... thee smile ? The fire , the wine , the men ! and in the midst Thou stand'st as if some mystery thou didst ! Pardon , I read it in thy face , the day For whose returns , and many , all these pray ; And so do I. This is the sixtieth year ...
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... thee . Marie - Alexandrovna . Fair empires branching , both , in lusty life ! - Yet Harold's England fell to Norman swords : Yet thine own land has bow'd to Tartar hordes Since English Harold gave its throne a wife , Alexandrovna . For ...
... thee . Marie - Alexandrovna . Fair empires branching , both , in lusty life ! - Yet Harold's England fell to Norman swords : Yet thine own land has bow'd to Tartar hordes Since English Harold gave its throne a wife , Alexandrovna . For ...
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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 neath never night o'er peace Philip Freneau praise proud Richard Watson Gilder roar rose round sail shine ship shore shot shout silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound 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 425 - Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity. In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild
Página 437 - Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land— Ring in the Christ that is to be. —Alfred Tennyson.
Página 18 - by the distant random gun, That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone— But we left him alone in his glory. —Charles Wolfe.
Página 369 - 1854. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. II. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Página 127 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course' of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman and buffoon.
Página 231 - Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa'— Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in
Página 413 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-andtwentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom showeth. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near; And inward ripeness doth much
Página 120 - safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won: Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells 1 But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. —Walt Whitman. ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
Página 210 - stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? —Joseph Rodman Drake.
Página 210 - sea Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given; The stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?