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... Poems . * ‡‡ ** 5. Whittier's Mabel Martin , and Other Poems . ** 6. Holmes's Grandmother's Story of Bunker Hill Battle , etc . ** 7 , 8 , 9. Hawthorne's Grandfather's Chair . In three parts . ‡‡ 10. Hawthorne's Biographical Stories ...
... Poems . * ‡‡ ** 5. Whittier's Mabel Martin , and Other Poems . ** 6. Holmes's Grandmother's Story of Bunker Hill Battle , etc . ** 7 , 8 , 9. Hawthorne's Grandfather's Chair . In three parts . ‡‡ 10. Hawthorne's Biographical Stories ...
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Strona 93 - ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Strona 94 - Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Strona 95 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows...
Strona 95 - Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Strona 95 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Strona 93 - Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Strona 103 - He was full of joke and jest, But all his merry quips are o'er. To see him die, across the waste His son and heir doth ride post-haste, But he'll be dead before.
Strona 98 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Strona 94 - I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
Strona 84 - Foremost captain of his time, Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.