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Страница 123 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Страница 123 - The young lambs are bleating in the meadows; The young birds are chirping in the nest; The young fawns are playing with the shadows; The young flowers are blowing toward the west : But the young, young children, O my brothers ! They are weeping bitterly. They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Страница 193 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Страница 189 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Страница 93 - The cottages, the nets drying on the poles, the tiny patches of cultivated ground behind, all seemed quite toy-like against the giant and overhanging bulk of the hills. But again we drew away from Camus Ban — that is, the White Bay — and got further and further into the solitudes of the mountains, and away from any traces of human life.
Страница 94 - We may recognize the well-known landmarks as we steal away to the north — the long promontory and white light-house of Lismore, the ruins of Duart, the woods of Scallasdale, the glimpse into Loch Aline — and we may use these things only to calculate our progress ; but always around us is the strange life, and motion, and infinitude of the sea, which never becomes familiar.
Страница 39 - He who will hear, to him the clarions of the battle call. How they call, and call, and call, till the heart swells that hears them! Strong soul and high endeavor, the world needs them now.
Страница 92 - I am thinking of now : when the hurricane is gone, and the seas are smooth once more, then which of you — oh, which of you all will tell this tale to the two women at Castle Dare ? So fair shines the morning sun on the white sands of lona ! Tho three-days...
Страница 217 - ... straight Lines, Triangles, Squares, Pentagons, Hexagons, and other figures, instead of remaining fixed in their places, move freely about, on or in the surface, but without the power of rising above or sinking below it, very much like shadows only hard and with luminous edges - and you will then have a pretty correct notion of my country and countrymen. Alas, a few years ago, I should have said "my universe": but now my mind has been opened to higher views of things. In such a country, you will...
Страница 192 - And it shall come to pass in that day, that the light shall not be clear, nor dark: but it shall be one day which shall be known to the Lord, not day, nor night: but it shall come to pass, that at evening time it shall be light.

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