Every Day in the Year: A Poetical Epitome of the World's HistoryJames Lauren Ford, Mary K. Ford Dodd, Mead, 1902 - 443 strán (strany) |
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Strana 2
... give him beauty for rags , And honor , O South ! for his shame ; Nevada ! coin thy golden crags With Freedom's image and name . Up ! and the dusky race That sat in darkness long , — Be swift their feet as antelopes , And as behemoth ...
... give him beauty for rags , And honor , O South ! for his shame ; Nevada ! coin thy golden crags With Freedom's image and name . Up ! and the dusky race That sat in darkness long , — Be swift their feet as antelopes , And as behemoth ...
Strana 3
... in his lonely heart To give of love for those that are no more To those that live to - day a generous part . Ay , She has gone , sweet , loyal , brave and gay- But then , her daughter's grown and wed the while EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR . 3.
... in his lonely heart To give of love for those that are no more To those that live to - day a generous part . Ay , She has gone , sweet , loyal , brave and gay- But then , her daughter's grown and wed the while EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR . 3.
Strana 7
... Gives us the summons - ' tis time . II . sermon- Boh , here's Barnabas . Job , that's you ? Up stumps Solomon - bustling too ... Give your first groan - compunction's at work ; And soft ! from a Jew you mount to a Turk . Lo , Micah - the ...
... Gives us the summons - ' tis time . II . sermon- Boh , here's Barnabas . Job , that's you ? Up stumps Solomon - bustling too ... Give your first groan - compunction's at work ; And soft ! from a Jew you mount to a Turk . Lo , Micah - the ...
Strana 9
... Give St. Distaff all the right ; Then bid Christmas sport good night , And next morrow every one To his own vocation . January 8 . VERLAINE . -Herrick . A modern French poet whose life was passed in alternate stages of religious ecstasy ...
... Give St. Distaff all the right ; Then bid Christmas sport good night , And next morrow every one To his own vocation . January 8 . VERLAINE . -Herrick . A modern French poet whose life was passed in alternate stages of religious ecstasy ...
Strana 24
... Give me a deep crowned bowl , that I may sing , In raising him , the wisdom of my king . -Ben Jonson . ON MY THIRTY - SEVENTH BIRTHDAY . ( Lord Byron was born Jan. 22 , 1788. ) ' Tis time this heart should be unmoved , Since others it ...
... Give me a deep crowned bowl , that I may sing , In raising him , the wisdom of my king . -Ben Jonson . ON MY THIRTY - SEVENTH BIRTHDAY . ( Lord Byron was born Jan. 22 , 1788. ) ' Tis time this heart should be unmoved , Since others it ...
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Every Day in the Year: A Poetical Epitome of the World's History James Lauren Ford,Mary K. Ford Úplné zobrazenie - 1902 |
Every Day in the Year: A Poetical Epitome of the World's History James Lauren Ford,Mary K. Ford Úplné zobrazenie - 1902 |
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Alfred Tennyson banner battle beneath blood bold born brave breast breath bright brow Cæsar cannon cheer crown dare dark dead dear death deeds deep died dream drum earth Edmund Gosse England English eyes face fame fear Felicia Hemans fell fierce fight fire flag flame flowers fought Francis Saltus Saltus gallant glory grave guns hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hero honor John Boyle O'Reilly King land light lips living Lord Lord Byron March morning mourn never night o'er peace Philip Freneau praise proud Richard Watson Gilder roar rose round sail shine ship shore shot shout silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Spain spirit stars stood Swat sweet sword tears thee thine thou throne thunder Twas victory voice Wallace Rice wave weep wild William Makepeace Thackeray William Wordsworth
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Strana 122 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Strana 18 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Strana 57 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Strana 117 - O Captain ! My Captain ! Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Strana 327 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Strana 342 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Strana 406 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Strana 342 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strana 380 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes...
Strana 278 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.