The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Հատոր 2Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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... hath been . Oh , who shall lightly say that fame He launch his venturous bark , will hither Is nothing but an empty name , come , Read fondly o'er and o'er his graven name With feelings keenly touched , with heart of flame , Till ...
... hath been . Oh , who shall lightly say that fame He launch his venturous bark , will hither Is nothing but an empty name , come , Read fondly o'er and o'er his graven name With feelings keenly touched , with heart of flame , Till ...
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... hath no stomach to this fight , Let him depart ; his passport shall be made , And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company not here , And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with ...
... hath no stomach to this fight , Let him depart ; his passport shall be made , And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company not here , And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with ...
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... hath lain , Yet in one spot a spirit keeps His mansion , like a red - rose stain , And when lovers ' ghosts complain Blushes like a new - born flower , Or as some bright dream of pain Dawnest through the darkest hour . Once - but many a ...
... hath lain , Yet in one spot a spirit keeps His mansion , like a red - rose stain , And when lovers ' ghosts complain Blushes like a new - born flower , Or as some bright dream of pain Dawnest through the darkest hour . Once - but many a ...
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... Hath laid her weary head ; But thou , wild bramble , back dost bring , In all their beauteous power , The fresh green days of life's fair spring And boyhood's blossomy hour . Scorned bramble of the brake , once more Thou biddest me be a ...
... Hath laid her weary head ; But thou , wild bramble , back dost bring , In all their beauteous power , The fresh green days of life's fair spring And boyhood's blossomy hour . Scorned bramble of the brake , once more Thou biddest me be a ...
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... hath few other friends but me and mine " ( For these two tilled the happy vale alone ) , While I , whom Heaven hath very greatly 66 blessed , Dwell happy with my wife and seven sons , Who aid me in my toil and make it light , And yet we ...
... hath few other friends but me and mine " ( For these two tilled the happy vale alone ) , While I , whom Heaven hath very greatly 66 blessed , Dwell happy with my wife and seven sons , Who aid me in my toil and make it light , And yet we ...
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Common terms and phrases
ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Day arms beauty Belisarius blood body brave breast breath bright Carthage Constantinople cried dark dear death dream earth enemy eyes face fair father fear feel fire flowers friends Gelimer glory Goths hand happy hath head hear heard heart heat heaven Heruli honor hope hour hundred ivy green Justinian king lady light live look Lord mind morning Neal never night o'er once Parthenon passed Passepartout Phileas Fogg Pickwick poems poet poor Priam Procopius Ravenna Revolutionary Tribunal Robespierre Robinson Crusoe Roman round seemed Sicily sleep smile soldiers song soon soul sound spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand Tibby tion tree troops truth turned Twas tyrant Vitiges voice wife wild wind woman wonder words young Zimri
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Էջ 100 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Էջ 100 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Էջ 102 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Էջ 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Էջ 22 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Էջ 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Էջ 498 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Էջ 294 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Էջ 379 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Էջ 198 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.