The league of the Alps, The siege of Valencia, The vespers of Palermo, and other poemsHilliard, Gray, Little, and Wilkins, 1826 |
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... , INC . 45 WEST 25TH STREET NEW YORK 10010 7623 SUNSET BOULEVARD HOLLYWOOD 90046 LONDON TORONTO This One F9F3 - QN8 - B5HA As appearing in the November 1971 edition of Dramatics magazine. Where Have All the Lightning Bugs Gone? ...
... , INC . 45 WEST 25TH STREET NEW YORK 10010 7623 SUNSET BOULEVARD HOLLYWOOD 90046 LONDON TORONTO This One F9F3 - QN8 - B5HA As appearing in the November 1971 edition of Dramatics magazine. Where Have All the Lightning Bugs Gone? ...
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... gone . gone . 19 1. Here Still af - ter all my sing the little o B early dawn , At . night and morn , weary roam - ing , At birds as sweetly , 7 I've come and find the Still runs the lit little cot still standing , But brook as fleet ...
... gone . gone . 19 1. Here Still af - ter all my sing the little o B early dawn , At . night and morn , weary roam - ing , At birds as sweetly , 7 I've come and find the Still runs the lit little cot still standing , But brook as fleet ...
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... gone dearest sister , The church yard doth tell ; Thy 3 form in the 3 dreary : Cold grave now doth dwell ; Tho ' sad - den'd our feelings , Whilst ling- er- ing here , Our hearts long for heaven , To meet with thee there Thou art gone ...
... gone dearest sister , The church yard doth tell ; Thy 3 form in the 3 dreary : Cold grave now doth dwell ; Tho ' sad - den'd our feelings , Whilst ling- er- ing here , Our hearts long for heaven , To meet with thee there Thou art gone ...
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Roz McGrath Noble Powell. That. Dog. Gone. Dylan-. July. 2016. Throughout my life, I have owned over twenty dogs. Choosing not to have children was a prolific decision that left me with the time, money and energy to have the faithful ...
Roz McGrath Noble Powell. That. Dog. Gone. Dylan-. July. 2016. Throughout my life, I have owned over twenty dogs. Choosing not to have children was a prolific decision that left me with the time, money and energy to have the faithful ...
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... GONE, should be self-explanatory but it's often not. Once you have provided or fulfilled your goods or services, just BE GONE. Get out of the way and let the client do what they need to do to implement what you provided. Don't hang over ...
... GONE, should be self-explanatory but it's often not. Once you have provided or fulfilled your goods or services, just BE GONE. Get out of the way and let the client do what they need to do to implement what you provided. Don't hang over ...
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ABDULLAH ALPHONSO ANSELMO arms art thou aught banner bear beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO blood brave breast breath breeze bright brow burst call'd Castile CITIZEN clouds Conradin CONSTANCE Couci dark dead death deep doth dreams e'en earth ELMINA ERIBERT Ev'n Exeunt Exit fair father fearful flowers gaze glorious glory gone GONZALEZ GUIDO hast thou hath hear heard heart Heaven HERNANDEZ hope hour joyous know'st land light lone look look'd midst MONTALBA Moorish ne'er night noble o'er pale pass'd pour'd PROCIDA proud Provençal RAIMOND rest Roncesvalles round SCENE scorn seem'd shalt shouldst shrink SICILIANS Sicily silent sleep slumber smile song soul sound Spain speak spirit strong sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art thou hast Thou wouldst thought trumpets Twas unto Valencia VITTORIA voice wave wild wilt winds wouldst thou XIMENA youth ΧΙΜΕΝΑ
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Página 26 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came: Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Página 128 - The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form. The flames rolled on. He would not go Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard. He call'd aloud : — " Say, father ! say If yet my task is done ! " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father !" once again he cried,
Página 27 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 25 - 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 129 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? — Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, '-,.< That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young faithful heart.
Página 83 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Página 145 - Though fresh within your breasts th' untroubled springs Of Hope make melody where'er ye tread, And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from the wings Of spirits visiting but youth, be spread; Yet in those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her...
Página 61 - Into these glassy eyes put light — be still! keep down thine ire! Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire — Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed! Thou canst not? — and a king! — his dust be mountains on thy head!
Página 59 - Father!" at length he murmured low — and wept like childhood then— Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men ! — He thought on all his glorious hopes, and all his young renown — He flung his falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down. Then covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly mournful brow,
Página 41 - HOW could Fancy crown with thee In ancient days the God of Wine, And bid thee at the banquet be Companion of the vine? Thy home, wild plant, is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er, Where song's full notes once peal'd around, But now are heard no more.