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... THE BANKS O ' DOON FLOW GENTLY , SWEET AFTON TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY TO A MOUSE THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT BOOKS AND READING . Robert Burns 460 66 66 461 66 66 462 66 66 463 66 66 465 66 66 4.67 Many Authors 474 6 TABLE OF CONTENTS.
... THE BANKS O ' DOON FLOW GENTLY , SWEET AFTON TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY TO A MOUSE THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT BOOKS AND READING . Robert Burns 460 66 66 461 66 66 462 66 66 463 66 66 465 66 66 4.67 Many Authors 474 6 TABLE OF CONTENTS.
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... nights and as many summer days have I fasted on the trail of the Hurons , " Uncas coldly replied ; " the children of the Lenape know how to travel the path of the just without lingering to eat . " " Two of my young men are in pursuit of ...
... nights and as many summer days have I fasted on the trail of the Hurons , " Uncas coldly replied ; " the children of the Lenape know how to travel the path of the just without lingering to eat . " " Two of my young men are in pursuit of ...
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... night proved yourself a faithful pilot , and such a seaman as the world cannot equal . " The pressure of the hand was warmly returned by the unknown mariner , who replied : - " I am no stranger to the seas , and I may yet find my grave ...
... night proved yourself a faithful pilot , and such a seaman as the world cannot equal . " The pressure of the hand was warmly returned by the unknown mariner , who replied : - " I am no stranger to the seas , and I may yet find my grave ...
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... ! Though the fields around us wither , There are ampler realms and spaces , Where no foot has left its traces : Let us turn and wander thither ! THE EXCELSIOR HENRY W. LONGFELLOW HE shades of night were EPIMETHEUS 63.
... ! Though the fields around us wither , There are ampler realms and spaces , Where no foot has left its traces : Let us turn and wander thither ! THE EXCELSIOR HENRY W. LONGFELLOW HE shades of night were EPIMETHEUS 63.
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Sherman Williams. THE EXCELSIOR HENRY W. LONGFELLOW HE shades of night were falling fast , As through an Alpine village passed A youth who bore , ' mid snow and ice , A banner with the strange device , Excelsior ! His brow was sad his ...
Sherman Williams. THE EXCELSIOR HENRY W. LONGFELLOW HE shades of night were falling fast , As through an Alpine village passed A youth who bore , ' mid snow and ice , A banner with the strange device , Excelsior ! His brow was sad his ...
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Сторінка 389 - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Сторінка 475 - And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man, kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Сторінка 411 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But...
Сторінка 453 - There is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston. The war is inevitable. And let it come ! I repeat it, sir, let it come ! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace.
Сторінка 328 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Сторінка 387 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
Сторінка 453 - There is a just God, who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
Сторінка 323 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
Сторінка 348 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Сторінка 348 - Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever 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.