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... strong and robust ; his manners rustic , not clownish , with a sort of dignified plainness and sim- plicity . His eye was large , and liter- ally glowed when he spoke with feel- ing or interest . " Yet , not long before this Burns had ...
... strong and robust ; his manners rustic , not clownish , with a sort of dignified plainness and sim- plicity . His eye was large , and liter- ally glowed when he spoke with feel- ing or interest . " Yet , not long before this Burns had ...
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... strong and vital imagination characterized him through life . His poems and romances are all imbued with it . So vividly does he bring back the old spirit of the border times , and so glowingly does he paint the rugged beauty of the ...
... strong and vital imagination characterized him through life . His poems and romances are all imbued with it . So vividly does he bring back the old spirit of the border times , and so glowingly does he paint the rugged beauty of the ...
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Georgia Alexander. and be near to our person . For never did so strong a hand bend a bow , or so true an eye direct a shaft . " " Pardon me , noble Prince , " said Locksley ; " but I have vowed , that if ever I take service , it should ...
Georgia Alexander. and be near to our person . For never did so strong a hand bend a bow , or so true an eye direct a shaft . " " Pardon me , noble Prince , " said Locksley ; " but I have vowed , that if ever I take service , it should ...
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... strong . " For , " said the soothsayer , " this thing must be dedicated to the gods in this place if the com- monwealth of Rome is to stand fast for ever . " And while they doubted , one Marcus Curtius , a youth that had won great ...
... strong . " For , " said the soothsayer , " this thing must be dedicated to the gods in this place if the com- monwealth of Rome is to stand fast for ever . " And while they doubted , one Marcus Curtius , a youth that had won great ...
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... strong hand it was— roughened and browned with labor - though he was scarcely as old as I. What would I not have given to have been so stalwart and so tall ! Sally called from her house - door , " Wouldn't Master Phineas come in and sit ...
... strong hand it was— roughened and browned with labor - though he was scarcely as old as I. What would I not have given to have been so stalwart and so tall ! Sally called from her house - door , " Wouldn't Master Phineas come in and sit ...
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Strona 53 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Strona 229 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Strona 31 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Strona 166 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Strona 32 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Strona 226 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting.place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground.
Strona 303 - Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging.
Strona 278 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Strona 216 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Strona 309 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.