Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Том 5Jeannette Leonard Gilder Current Literature Publishing Company, 1905 |
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... cold for a watery bier ; summer returns we may easily die , en let us sorrow in company . " ELP , LORD , OR WE PERISH " [ EN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming , o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming , e ...
... cold for a watery bier ; summer returns we may easily die , en let us sorrow in company . " ELP , LORD , OR WE PERISH " [ EN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming , o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming , e ...
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... cold winds , the passage across them acts upon them he is wont to act elsewhere in summer , th is in the middle of heaven — that is , he ce it naturally enough comes to pass that winds blow 25 DOTUS • e Inundation of the Nile 191.
... cold winds , the passage across them acts upon them he is wont to act elsewhere in summer , th is in the middle of heaven — that is , he ce it naturally enough comes to pass that winds blow 25 DOTUS • e Inundation of the Nile 191.
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... cold quarter . IE COURSE OF THE NILE course of the Nile is known , not only through- Egypt , but to the extent of four months ' either by land or water above the Egyptian ; for on calculation it will be found that that length of time to ...
... cold quarter . IE COURSE OF THE NILE course of the Nile is known , not only through- Egypt , but to the extent of four months ' either by land or water above the Egyptian ; for on calculation it will be found that that length of time to ...
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... cold sea - maids rise to sun their stream- ing hair . of living gauze no more unfurl ; k'd is the ship of pearl ! every chamber'd cell , s dim dreaming life was wont to dwell , il tenant shaped his growing shell , e thee lies reveal'd ...
... cold sea - maids rise to sun their stream- ing hair . of living gauze no more unfurl ; k'd is the ship of pearl ! every chamber'd cell , s dim dreaming life was wont to dwell , il tenant shaped his growing shell , e thee lies reveal'd ...
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... Cold inhumanity , Surning insanity , to her rest.— ross her hands humbly , _s if praying dumbly , ver her breast ! wning her weakness , Her evil behavior , nd leaving , with meekness , er sins to her Saviour ! SONG OF THE SHIRT I ...
... Cold inhumanity , Surning insanity , to her rest.— ross her hands humbly , _s if praying dumbly , ver her breast ! wning her weakness , Her evil behavior , nd leaving , with meekness , er sins to her Saviour ! SONG OF THE SHIRT I ...
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Страница 22 - Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace. The war is actually begun. The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field. Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
Страница 298 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Страница 36 - AY, TEAR her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below.
Страница 299 - The weariness, the fever, and the fret, Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Страница 300 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Страница 298 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Страница 68 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
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Страница 271 - In the writings of other poets a character is too often an individual ; in those of Shakespeare it is commonly a species.