Voices of the True-heartedMerrihew & Thompson, printers, 1846 - 288 стор. |
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... head upon this breast ! " A tear stood in his bright blue eye , But still he answered with a sigh , Excelsior ! " Beware the pine - tree's withered branch- Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last good night : A voice ...
... head upon this breast ! " A tear stood in his bright blue eye , But still he answered with a sigh , Excelsior ! " Beware the pine - tree's withered branch- Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last good night : A voice ...
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... head , For the last time , perchance . My race is run ; And soon amidst the ever - silent dead I must repose , it may be , half forgot . Yes ! I have broke the hard and bitter bread For many a year , with those who trembled not To ...
... head , For the last time , perchance . My race is run ; And soon amidst the ever - silent dead I must repose , it may be , half forgot . Yes ! I have broke the hard and bitter bread For many a year , with those who trembled not To ...
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... head walk- ed a priest in white surplice , chanting . Peasants , old and young , followed him , with burning tapers in their hands . A young girl carried in her arms a dead child , wrapped in its little winding sheet . The grave was ...
... head walk- ed a priest in white surplice , chanting . Peasants , old and young , followed him , with burning tapers in their hands . A young girl carried in her arms a dead child , wrapped in its little winding sheet . The grave was ...
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... head of the one is already bruised , and the sting is already taken from the other . They may long roar , but they walk in chains , and the eye of faith sees the hand that holds the chains . But we have visions still brighter . We look ...
... head of the one is already bruised , and the sting is already taken from the other . They may long roar , but they walk in chains , and the eye of faith sees the hand that holds the chains . But we have visions still brighter . We look ...
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... head of the warrior ? Are any honors so freely bestowed , or cheaply purchased , as those which are gained by a few hours of fighting ? See that man , who , so late , was the wonder of the world , calling out , marshalling , employing ...
... head of the warrior ? Are any honors so freely bestowed , or cheaply purchased , as those which are gained by a few hours of fighting ? See that man , who , so late , was the wonder of the world , calling out , marshalling , employing ...
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Voices of the True-Hearted (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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angels beautiful beneath birds blessing blood bosom breast breath brother brow calm capital punishment child clouds cold dark death deep divine doth dream earth evil eyes face faith father fear feel flowers freedom friends gentle give grace grave green hand Hannah Lee happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G land light lips live look LYDIA MARIA CHILD MARY HOWITT mind mother N. P. WILLIS nature neath never night o'er peace poor prayer prison racter round Rübezahl seemed silent sing slave slavery sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars strong sunshine sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil true truth unto Vanity Fair voice weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words young
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Сторінка 270 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Сторінка 165 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Сторінка 207 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Сторінка 21 - ... coldly The rough river ran — Over the brink of it: Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care: Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair!
Сторінка 268 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Сторінка 21 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
Сторінка 215 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Сторінка 1 - THE 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 eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Сторінка 258 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Сторінка 250 - 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