The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and with Introductions, Volume 11International Library Company, 1898 - 9822 páginas |
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Alfred de Musset American arms Austerfield Bawtry beautiful born Britain British Brownist called canon CHARLES AUGUSTIN SAINTE-BEUVE child church colonies connection constitution Consuelo continent Cotton Mather cried Deliverance divine door endeavors England ESAIAS TEGNER eyes face father fear feel Fritz GEORGE BANCROFT give Goethe hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hildegarde Hill honor horse Indian JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE king Kobus lady land leave Limerick looked Lord Lord Culloden Lothair matter means ment mind morning mother nature never night Orso party passed peace Penelope Phoebe prisoner PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR Puritan replied round Scrooby seemed side soul spirit Suzel tell thee things thou thought thousand TILDEN FOUNDATIONS tion took truth turned verger voice whole witch words YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young
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Página 5071 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Página 4918 - Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Página 4901 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white, With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down. And gave Into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 5047 - I long woo'd 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.
Página 4955 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health I and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Página 4917 - I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate.
Página 5004 - Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Página 4918 - ... other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British Ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years.
Página 5098 - I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed ?" said the Spider to the Fly, " There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile I'll snugly tuck you in...
Página 5289 - Almighty, who will not break the bruised reed, nor quench the smoking flax, was graciously pleased to hear me.