The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and with Introductions, 15. kötetMerrill and Baker, 1898 - 9822 oldal |
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6829. oldal
... standing on skids . His face , that infallible index of the mind , presented a vast expanse , perfectly unfurrowed or deformed by any of those lines and angles which disfigure the human coun- tenance with what is termed expression . Two ...
... standing on skids . His face , that infallible index of the mind , presented a vast expanse , perfectly unfurrowed or deformed by any of those lines and angles which disfigure the human coun- tenance with what is termed expression . Two ...
6844. oldal
... Stand like Druids of eld , with voices sad and prophetic , Stand like harpers hoar , with beards that rest on their bosoms . Loud from its rocky cavern , the deep - voiced neighboring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers ...
... Stand like Druids of eld , with voices sad and prophetic , Stand like harpers hoar , with beards that rest on their bosoms . Loud from its rocky cavern , the deep - voiced neighboring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers ...
6852. oldal
... stands on tablets of stone in the churchyards . Long among them was seen a maiden who waited and wandered , Lowly and meek in spirit , and patiently suffering all things . Fair was she and young ; but , alas ! before her extended ...
... stands on tablets of stone in the churchyards . Long among them was seen a maiden who waited and wandered , Lowly and meek in spirit , and patiently suffering all things . Fair was she and young ; but , alas ! before her extended ...
6856. oldal
... Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded . There all the air is balm , and the peach is the emblem of beauty , And the streets still reëcho the names of the trees of the forest , As if they fain would appease the ...
... Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded . There all the air is balm , and the peach is the emblem of beauty , And the streets still reëcho the names of the trees of the forest , As if they fain would appease the ...
6860. oldal
... stands the forest primeval ; but far away from its shadow , Side by side , in their nameless graves , the lovers are sleeping . Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard , In the heart of the city , they lie , unknown and ...
... stands the forest primeval ; but far away from its shadow , Side by side , in their nameless graves , the lovers are sleeping . Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard , In the heart of the city , they lie , unknown and ...
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6954. oldal - It is important, likewise, that the habits of thinking in a free country should inspire caution in those intrusted with its administration to confine themselves within their respective constitutional spheres, avoiding in the exercise of the powers of one department to encroach upon another. The spirit of encroachment tends to consolidate the powers of all the departments in one and thus to create, whatever the form of government, a real despotism.
7300. oldal - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
7304. oldal - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me : As he died to make men holy, let us...
6935. oldal - If I were an American as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never!
6952. oldal - However combinations or associations of the above description may now and then answer popular ends, they are likely, in the course of time and things, to become potent engines by which cunning, ambitious, and unprincipled men will be enabled to subvert the power of the people and to usurp for themselves the reins of government, destroying afterwards the very engines which have lifted them to unjust dominion.
7284. oldal - At this second appearing to take the oath of the presidential office, there is less occasion for an extended address than there was at the first. Then a statement, somewhat in detail, of a course to be pursued, seemed fitting and proper. Now, at the expiration of four years, during which public declarations have been constantly called forth on every point and phase of the great contest which still absorbs the attention and engrosses the energies of the nation, little that is new could be presented.
7304. oldal - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
6918. oldal - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
7304. oldal - I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; 10 Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
6918. oldal - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.