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... Mountain and the Squirrel .. .IV . 137 Each and All ..... V. 275 .The Problem ..... V. 397 Emmet's Vindication ... The Wonders of Astronomy .... The Rescue of a Kitten ... V. 20 .V . 302 .V . 77 .Country Scenes in Old Times ... .IV ...
... Mountain and the Squirrel .. .IV . 137 Each and All ..... V. 275 .The Problem ..... V. 397 Emmet's Vindication ... The Wonders of Astronomy .... The Rescue of a Kitten ... V. 20 .V . 302 .V . 77 .Country Scenes in Old Times ... .IV ...
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... mountain pant , To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary , wand'ring steps He leads ; Where peaceful rivers , soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscape flow . 3. Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread ...
... mountain pant , To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary , wand'ring steps He leads ; Where peaceful rivers , soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscape flow . 3. Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread ...
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... mountain goats bleating aloft , And knew the sweet strain that the corn reapers sung . 5. Then pledged we the wine cup , and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o ...
... mountain goats bleating aloft , And knew the sweet strain that the corn reapers sung . 5. Then pledged we the wine cup , and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o ...
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... mountain afar , While his harp rang symphonious , a hermit began ; No more with himself or with Nature at war , He thought as a sage , though he felt as a man : 2. " Ah ! why , all abandoned to darkness and woe , Why , lone Philomela ...
... mountain afar , While his harp rang symphonious , a hermit began ; No more with himself or with Nature at war , He thought as a sage , though he felt as a man : 2. " Ah ! why , all abandoned to darkness and woe , Why , lone Philomela ...
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... mountains were brought forth , or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world , even from everlasting to everlasting , thou art God . 13. Thou turnest man to destruction ; and sayest , Return , ye children of men . 14. For a thousand ...
... mountains were brought forth , or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world , even from everlasting to everlasting , thou art God . 13. Thou turnest man to destruction ; and sayest , Return , ye children of men . 14. For a thousand ...
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Сторінка 180 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Сторінка 183 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart ; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Сторінка 419 - And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free. To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Сторінка 412 - Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Сторінка 249 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Сторінка 430 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Сторінка 232 - LOCHINVAR. LADY HERON'S SONG. 12. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Сторінка 428 - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore. Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Сторінка 68 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
Сторінка 86 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.