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Стр. 106 - lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; — Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. LESSON
Стр. xxxi - Shall one of us that struck the foremost man Of all this world, but for supporting robbers, Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I 'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman!
Стр. 291 - Lochinvar. — Scott. Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west! Through all the wide border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapon had none, — He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone I So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar
Стр. 213 - 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!" In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright: Above, the spectral glaciers shone ; And from his lips escaped a groan, " Excelsior!
Стр. xxv - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him, for he is a Christian; But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usuance with us here in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him 1
Стр. 280 - a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. Hear the mellow wedding bells, — Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells 1 Through the balmy air of night, How they ring out their delight! From the
Стр. 286 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; — This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, — " or Madam, — truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is, I was napping ; and so gently you came rapP">g>
Стр. 289 - But the raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door, Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant by croaking " Nevermore!
Стр. 23 - on the burning deck, | Whence all but him had fled; | 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 child-like form ! The flames rolled on — 'he would not go Without his father's word
Стр. 292 - they reached the hall-door, where the charger stood near;— So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! — " She is won ! — we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They '11 have fleet steeds that follow ! " quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;