The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon Gebbie & Company, 1893 |
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... death before the second number was pub- lished , brought about a quick decision upon a point already in agitation ; the number became one of thirty- two pages with only two illustrations , and remained so to the end . " - For biography ...
... death before the second number was pub- lished , brought about a quick decision upon a point already in agitation ; the number became one of thirty- two pages with only two illustrations , and remained so to the end . " - For biography ...
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... death like sleep might steal on me , And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which ...
... death like sleep might steal on me , And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which ...
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... death was upon him . bound up the mangled limb , while poor Whar- " All is over , " he gasped out , while his looks ton lay perfectly insensible . His breathing continued fixed upon the same spot . " There was thick and heavy , and his ...
... death was upon him . bound up the mangled limb , while poor Whar- " All is over , " he gasped out , while his looks ton lay perfectly insensible . His breathing continued fixed upon the same spot . " There was thick and heavy , and his ...
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... death so close It dims his well worn scythe . But no ! the brave Die never . Being deathless , they but change Their country's arms for more - their country's heart . Give then the dead their due : it is they who saved us . The rapid ...
... death so close It dims his well worn scythe . But no ! the brave Die never . Being deathless , they but change Their country's arms for more - their country's heart . Give then the dead their due : it is they who saved us . The rapid ...
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... death . It will make me doubly careful of my precious exist- ence ! " So the two friends parted , smiling . This dialogue took place one soft bright day of late autumn in the pleasant Temple Gardens , in the heart of London - the Temple ...
... death . It will make me doubly careful of my precious exist- ence ! " So the two friends parted , smiling . This dialogue took place one soft bright day of late autumn in the pleasant Temple Gardens , in the heart of London - the Temple ...
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Página 270 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Página 270 - And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Página 12 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills.
Página 107 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Página 12 - I hang like a roof : The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Página 150 - I take to be the elder brother) was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swine-herd, Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, who being fond of playing with fire, as...
Página 265 - ... under an odd similitude ; sometimes it is lodged in a sly question, in a smart answer, in a quirkish reason, in a shrewd intimation, in cunningly diverting or cleverly retorting an objection ; sometimes it is couched in a bold scheme of speech, in a tart irony, in a lusty hyperbole, in a startling metaphor, in a plausible reconciling of contradictions, or in acute nonsense ; sometimes a scenical representation of persons or things, a counterfeit speech, a...
Página 51 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a; prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Página 274 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Página 15 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...