The Rival Collection of Prose and Poetry, for the Use of Schools, Colleges and Public ReadersJ. W. Schermerhorn & Company, 1872 - 504 oldal |
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16. oldal
... feels rebuked and subdued , as in the presence of higher qualities . Then , patriotism is eloquent ; then , self - devotion is eloquent . The clear conception , outrunning the deductions of logic , the high purpose , the firm resolve ...
... feels rebuked and subdued , as in the presence of higher qualities . Then , patriotism is eloquent ; then , self - devotion is eloquent . The clear conception , outrunning the deductions of logic , the high purpose , the firm resolve ...
53. oldal
... feel'ns . I'll do it now , for I believe liquor is injurin ' me ; it's spoilin ' my temper . Sometimes I gets mad and abuses Bets and the brats . I used to call ' em Lizzie and the children ; that's a good while ago , though . Then ...
... feel'ns . I'll do it now , for I believe liquor is injurin ' me ; it's spoilin ' my temper . Sometimes I gets mad and abuses Bets and the brats . I used to call ' em Lizzie and the children ; that's a good while ago , though . Then ...
56. oldal
... feeling ! I know that I'm sinking every day , though I say nothing about it . And when I'm gone , we shall see how your second wife will look after your buttons ! You'll find out the difference , then . Yes , Caudle , you'll think of me ...
... feeling ! I know that I'm sinking every day , though I say nothing about it . And when I'm gone , we shall see how your second wife will look after your buttons ! You'll find out the difference , then . Yes , Caudle , you'll think of me ...
64. oldal
... feel my pulses thrill , Like a rich harp - string , yearning to caress thee , And hear thy sweet ' my father ! ' from these dumb And cold lips , Absalom ! " The grave hath won thee . I shall hear the gush Of music , and the voices of ...
... feel my pulses thrill , Like a rich harp - string , yearning to caress thee , And hear thy sweet ' my father ! ' from these dumb And cold lips , Absalom ! " The grave hath won thee . I shall hear the gush Of music , and the voices of ...
71. oldal
... feel the truth ! Your task is done - I'm mad ! I'm mad ! 71 IT MARIE ANTOINETTE . - EDMUND Burke . T is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France , then the Dauphiness , at Versailles ; and surely never lighted on ...
... feel the truth ! Your task is done - I'm mad ! I'm mad ! 71 IT MARIE ANTOINETTE . - EDMUND Burke . T is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France , then the Dauphiness , at Versailles ; and surely never lighted on ...
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275. oldal - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
16. oldal - 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.
397. oldal - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
298. oldal - To die — to sleep. To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
430. oldal - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
121. oldal - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
392. oldal - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
422. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
30. oldal - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
412. oldal - ... the vile strength he wields for earth's destruction thou dost all despise, spurning him from thy bosom to the skies: and send'st him, shivering, in thy playful spray, and howling, to his Gods, where haply lies his petty hope in some near port or bay; then dashest him again to earth — there let him lay!