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Strona 13
... darkness of their prisons low and lone , And in dim procession march to kiss the KAABA's Holy Stone . And yet more and more for ever ! -still they swept in pomp along , Till I asked me , Can ... dark , wet 1850. ] 13 The Spectre - Caravan .
... darkness of their prisons low and lone , And in dim procession march to kiss the KAABA's Holy Stone . And yet more and more for ever ! -still they swept in pomp along , Till I asked me , Can ... dark , wet 1850. ] 13 The Spectre - Caravan .
Strona 14
THE WOOD - THRUSH . ' Is dark , wet and gloomy weather , when scarce a single chirp is heard from any other bird , the clear notes of the wood - thrush thrill through the dripping woods from morning to night ; and it may be truly said ...
THE WOOD - THRUSH . ' Is dark , wet and gloomy weather , when scarce a single chirp is heard from any other bird , the clear notes of the wood - thrush thrill through the dripping woods from morning to night ; and it may be truly said ...
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... dark corridors , To nothing glide again ! Among the rustling leaves it sweeps In church - yard lone , Where weeping mourner often drops the tear While bending low O'er sculptured stone , And Fancy might believe she heard From out the ...
... dark corridors , To nothing glide again ! Among the rustling leaves it sweeps In church - yard lone , Where weeping mourner often drops the tear While bending low O'er sculptured stone , And Fancy might believe she heard From out the ...
Strona 40
... dark eye , her rich flowing tresses . You should hear the music of her voice , sweet as the note of a seraph , and you would forget , as I do , war and its tumults . The quiet sadness - gentle trace of some deep sorrow - giving a ...
... dark eye , her rich flowing tresses . You should hear the music of her voice , sweet as the note of a seraph , and you would forget , as I do , war and its tumults . The quiet sadness - gentle trace of some deep sorrow - giving a ...
Strona 44
... dark forebodings are approaching their fulfilment . The general has ordered us out , and beat for volunteers to storm Villarosa . The enemy have taken posses- sion of it , and seem determined to intrench themselves on the heights . That ...
... dark forebodings are approaching their fulfilment . The general has ordered us out , and beat for volunteers to storm Villarosa . The enemy have taken posses- sion of it , and seem determined to intrench themselves on the heights . That ...
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Strona 56 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Strona 55 - Build me straight, O worthy Master, Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
Strona 321 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration, (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula,) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Strona 287 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly — Wash me, Saviour, or I die...
Strona 56 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Strona 152 - ... cried down by the other half, as if all depended on this particular up or down. The odds are that the whole question is not worth the poorest thought which the scholar has lost in listening to the controversy. Let him not quit his belief that a popgun is a popgun, though the ancient and honorable of the earth affirm it to be the crack of doom.
Strona 45 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee; for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God; where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.
Strona 169 - Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course? The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years ; the ocean shrinks, and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven. But thou art forever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course.
Strona 325 - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among the ruins of lona.
Strona 154 - And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of worship? Then all things go to decay. Genius leaves the temple, to haunt the senate or the market. Literature becomes frivolous. Science is cold. The eye of youth is not lighted by the hope of other worlds, and age is without honor. Society lives to trifles, and when men die we do not mention them.