The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Τόμος 2Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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Σελίδα 13
... round their lowly cab- ins . They move on with a slow , unsteady step . The white man is upon their heels for terror or despatch , but they heed him not . They turn to take a last look of their de- serted villages . They cast a last ...
... round their lowly cab- ins . They move on with a slow , unsteady step . The white man is upon their heels for terror or despatch , but they heed him not . They turn to take a last look of their de- serted villages . They cast a last ...
Σελίδα 14
... round and round un- ceasingly and with a rushing and roaring noise . Only to the right and left extremi- ties of the cavern the space between the pil- lars was left bare , and the apertures stretched away into galleries not wholly dark ...
... round and round un- ceasingly and with a rushing and roaring noise . Only to the right and left extremi- ties of the cavern the space between the pil- lars was left bare , and the apertures stretched away into galleries not wholly dark ...
Σελίδα 16
... round the limbs of Arbaces ; it crunched his bones ; it raised its glaring eyes and poisonous jaws to his face . He writhed in vain ; he withered ; he gasped beneath the in- fluence of the blighting breath ; he felt him- self blasted ...
... round the limbs of Arbaces ; it crunched his bones ; it raised its glaring eyes and poisonous jaws to his face . He writhed in vain ; he withered ; he gasped beneath the in- fluence of the blighting breath ; he felt him- self blasted ...
Σελίδα 17
... round me breaking As I pace the deck alone , And my eye in vain is seeking Some green leaf to rest upon , Like sentries that must keep their destined What would not I give to wander stand Where my old companions dwell ? And wait the ...
... round me breaking As I pace the deck alone , And my eye in vain is seeking Some green leaf to rest upon , Like sentries that must keep their destined What would not I give to wander stand Where my old companions dwell ? And wait the ...
Σελίδα 28
... round her rise ; And ghosts of women masqued in woe ; And many a phantom pleasure flies ; And lovers slain — ah , long ago ! The lady , pale as now she sleeps , An age upon that couch hath lain , Yet in one spot a spirit keeps His ...
... round her rise ; And ghosts of women masqued in woe ; And many a phantom pleasure flies ; And lovers slain — ah , long ago ! The lady , pale as now she sleeps , An age upon that couch hath lain , Yet in one spot a spirit keeps His ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Day arms beauty Belisarius blood body brave breath bright carbonic acid Carthage cold Constantinople cried dark dear death dream earth eyes face fair father fear feel fire flowers force frae friends Gelimer Goths hand happy hath head heard heart heat heaven Heruli honor hope hour hundred ivy green Justinian king lady light live look Lord mind morning motion Neal never night o'er once Parthenon passed Passepartout Patie Phileas Fogg Pickwick poems poor Priam Ravenna Revolutionary Tribunal Robespierre Roman round seemed Sicily sleep smile soldiers soon soul spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand Tibby tion tree truth Twas tyrant Vitiges voice weel wife wild wind woman wonder words young Zimri
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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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'?
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.