How to Develop Power and Personality in SpeakingFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1908 - Всего страниц: 422 |
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... o'er , And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart . " Stay - stay with us ! -rest ! -thou art weary and worn ! ” — And fain was their war - broken soldier to stay ; - But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn , And the voice in ...
... o'er , And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart . " Stay - stay with us ! -rest ! -thou art weary and worn ! ” — And fain was their war - broken soldier to stay ; - But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn , And the voice in ...
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... o'er the brave ; When death , careering on the gale , Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail , And freighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack , Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee ...
... o'er the brave ; When death , careering on the gale , Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail , And freighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack , Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee ...
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... o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream ! With these , that never fade , the Spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks , inwreathed with beams . Now in loose garlands thick thrown off , the bright Pavement , that like a sea of jasper ...
... o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream ! With these , that never fade , the Spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks , inwreathed with beams . Now in loose garlands thick thrown off , the bright Pavement , that like a sea of jasper ...
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... o'er his wounds , or , tales of sorrow done , Shouldered his crutch , and showed how fields were won . Pleased with his guests , the good man learned to glow , And quite forgot their vices in their wo ; Careless their merits or their ...
... o'er his wounds , or , tales of sorrow done , Shouldered his crutch , and showed how fields were won . Pleased with his guests , the good man learned to glow , And quite forgot their vices in their wo ; Careless their merits or their ...
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... o'er the French soldiers ' heads , And turn them out of service . If they do this , ( As , if God please , they shall , ) my ransom then Will soon be levied . Herald , save thou thy labor , Come thou no more for ransom , gentle herald ...
... o'er the French soldiers ' heads , And turn them out of service . If they do this , ( As , if God please , they shall , ) my ransom then Will soon be levied . Herald , save thou thy labor , Come thou no more for ransom , gentle herald ...
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Стр. 417 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Стр. 378 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Стр. 109 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Стр. 26 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Стр. 109 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Стр. 369 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Стр. 47 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Стр. 398 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Стр. 415 - WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love and praise.
Стр. 389 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?