The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Том 2Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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... Winds There is no Death There is Nothing Else but Justice There's nae Luck about the House There's no Dearth of Kindness . To Delia Too Late The Tombs in Westminster Abbey The Treadmill Song The Troubles of a Young Thief The True and ...
... Winds There is no Death There is Nothing Else but Justice There's nae Luck about the House There's no Dearth of Kindness . To Delia Too Late The Tombs in Westminster Abbey The Treadmill Song The Troubles of a Young Thief The True and ...
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... WINDS ARTIST Sir Thomas Lawrence . H. B. Hall & Son . Whitechurch . PAGE 479 . • 449 183 . Franklin . 245 Schmolze 197 . Schmolze 23 E. Corbet . 321 . • Schmolze 27 M. Gillies 257 A. S. Walter 393 . Deshays 427 D. Maclise 65 385 E. T. ...
... WINDS ARTIST Sir Thomas Lawrence . H. B. Hall & Son . Whitechurch . PAGE 479 . • 449 183 . Franklin . 245 Schmolze 197 . Schmolze 23 E. Corbet . 321 . • Schmolze 27 M. Gillies 257 A. S. Walter 393 . Deshays 427 D. Maclise 65 385 E. T. ...
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... winds of the Atlantic fan not a single region which they may now call their own . I see them leave their miserable homes - the aged , the helpless , the women and the war- riors- " few and faint , yet fearless still . " The ashes are ...
... winds of the Atlantic fan not a single region which they may now call their own . I see them leave their miserable homes - the aged , the helpless , the women and the war- riors- " few and faint , yet fearless still . " The ashes are ...
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... wind sweep down the cavern , as the wings of a giant god . Borne aloft from the ground and whirled on high as a leaf in the storms of autumn , he beheld himself in the midst of the spectres of the dead and hurry- ing with them along the ...
... wind sweep down the cavern , as the wings of a giant god . Borne aloft from the ground and whirled on high as a leaf in the storms of autumn , he beheld himself in the midst of the spectres of the dead and hurry- ing with them along the ...
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... wind , rising shrill , Seems through the hero's shroud to whistle When memory of the mighty dead , To earth - worn pilgrims ' wistful eye , The brightest rays of cheering shed That point to immortality ? A twinkling speck , but fixed ...
... wind , rising shrill , Seems through the hero's shroud to whistle When memory of the mighty dead , To earth - worn pilgrims ' wistful eye , The brightest rays of cheering shed That point to immortality ? A twinkling speck , but fixed ...
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Стр. 100 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Стр. 100 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Стр. 102 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Стр. 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Стр. 22 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Стр. 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Стр. 498 - 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.
Стр. 294 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Стр. 379 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Стр. 198 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.