The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 Seiten |
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... Fathers , mixed and mingled with us àll - in the center of this most grave and venerable assembly - are men sitting , quietly plotting against my life , against all your lives ; the life of every virtuous senator and citizen . II ...
... Fathers , mixed and mingled with us àll - in the center of this most grave and venerable assembly - are men sitting , quietly plotting against my life , against all your lives ; the life of every virtuous senator and citizen . II ...
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... a màn ; So be it when I shall grow old , Or let me die ! The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural pìety . IV . Orotund . 1. Roll òn , thou deep DIFFERENT QUALITIES OF VOICE . 27.
... a màn ; So be it when I shall grow old , Or let me die ! The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural pìety . IV . Orotund . 1. Roll òn , thou deep DIFFERENT QUALITIES OF VOICE . 27.
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... Fathers , mothers , uncles , cousins , Pointing tails and pricking whiskers , Families by tens and dozens , Brothers , sisters , husbands , wives- Followed the Piper for their lìves . 4. And there was mounting in hot hàste , The steed ...
... Fathers , mothers , uncles , cousins , Pointing tails and pricking whiskers , Families by tens and dozens , Brothers , sisters , husbands , wives- Followed the Piper for their lìves . 4. And there was mounting in hot hàste , The steed ...
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... fathers of wàr - proof ! Fathers , that , like so many Alexanders , Have , in these parts , from morn till èven fought , And sheathed their swords for lack of argument . Quick and I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips , Straining ...
... fathers of wàr - proof ! Fathers , that , like so many Alexanders , Have , in these parts , from morn till èven fought , And sheathed their swords for lack of argument . Quick and I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips , Straining ...
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... Father of earth and heaven ! I call thy nàme ! Round me the smōke and shōut of battle roll ; My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ; Father , sustain an untried soldier's soul , Or lífe , or deàth , whatèver be the goal That ...
... Father of earth and heaven ! I call thy nàme ! Round me the smōke and shōut of battle roll ; My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ; Father , sustain an untried soldier's soul , Or lífe , or deàth , whatèver be the goal That ...
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Acadian arms beauty beneath bird black crows blood blow blue born brave breath Catiline child clouds cried Crowfield Cusha dark dead death deep earth England eyes father feel fire flowers France gates give glory gold golden golden blaze hand Harvard College hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor Hyder Ali JOAQUIN MILLER land landscape play leaves light live Lochinvar look Lord loud Mabel Malahide morning mountain Nature Neph never night o'er ocean pass poet poor pray retina rise round sail Scrooge seemed shadow ship shore shout silent sing soul sound speak spirit stand stars stone stood stream sweet T. B. ALDRICH tears tell tempest thee thing thou thought thunder toll turned village maid visual perception voice watch waves wind word young
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Seite 250 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
Seite 98 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better, by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Seite 253 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Seite 98 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine : There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Seite 111 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Seite 358 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Seite 341 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Seite 342 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Seite 176 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 381 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.