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Términos y frases comunes
ambition amid Aminadab aspirations beauty Bedreddin beneath blessings breath bright wave circumflex clouds dark death deep delight divine doth dream earth ELIZA COOK eternal EXERCISE faith fall fame fear feel fire flowers forever Forever charming genius Gil Blas Give examples glorious glory grave Greece hallowed ground hand happiness hath heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre honor hope human humble immortal inflection iron iron soldier king labor land light live look Lord loud lyre mighty mind moral nature never night o'er passions pause Petrel Pilgrim's Progress pitch pleasure poor praise race rest rising round Sheva shine sleep soft song soul sound spirit spring paints stars sweet tact Talent Tell thee thine thing THOMAS DE QUINCEY thought tion toil tone true truth virtue voice wind wisdom words young
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Página 290 - For him no minstrel's raptures swell. High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,— Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Página 290 - SCOTt Breathes there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said,— " This is my own, my native land !" Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well 1 For him no
Página 335 - God ordains; God is thy law, thou mine; to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing, I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. 4. Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
Página 409 - Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armor against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings; Scepter and crown, Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made, With the poor crooked scythe and spade. 2. Some men with swords may reap the field,
Página 288 - He leans upon his hand,—his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low, And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him,—ho is gone,
Página 43 - breath of his prido; And the foam of his gasping] lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray] of the rock-beaten surf. This pause is generally made before or after the utterance of some important word or clause, on which it is especially desired to fix the attention. In such cases it is usually
Página 414 - every where, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart,— LIBERTY and UNION, NOW
Página 414 - dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood! Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the Republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their
Página 335 - 4. Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land ho spreads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the
Página 352 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies 1