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... blood , warm and wet , Has dimmed the glistening bayonet , - Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky - born glories burn ; And , as his springing steps advance , Catch war and vengeance from the glance . And , when the ...
... blood , warm and wet , Has dimmed the glistening bayonet , - Each soldier's eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky - born glories burn ; And , as his springing steps advance , Catch war and vengeance from the glance . And , when the ...
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... blood . Now , from the balcony above , A snowy hand let fall a glove : Midway between the beasts of prey , Lion and tiger , there it lay , The winsome lady's glove ! And the Lady Kunigund , in bantering mood , Spoke to Knight Delorges ...
... blood . Now , from the balcony above , A snowy hand let fall a glove : Midway between the beasts of prey , Lion and tiger , there it lay , The winsome lady's glove ! And the Lady Kunigund , in bantering mood , Spoke to Knight Delorges ...
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... blood ! MY Then that's the bar Disqualifies my suit ! -makes perjury Of slight account against me ! I'm untitled ! Parchments and money - bags have precedence In Cupid's Court , as elsewhere ! Sir , your daughter- But I'll not stoop my ...
... blood ! MY Then that's the bar Disqualifies my suit ! -makes perjury Of slight account against me ! I'm untitled ! Parchments and money - bags have precedence In Cupid's Court , as elsewhere ! Sir , your daughter- But I'll not stoop my ...
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... blood of Europe , and warmed the sunny plains of France and the low lands of Holland . It has touched the philosophy of Germany and the North ; and , moving onward to the South , has opened to Greece the lessons of her better days . Can ...
... blood of Europe , and warmed the sunny plains of France and the low lands of Holland . It has touched the philosophy of Germany and the North ; and , moving onward to the South , has opened to Greece the lessons of her better days . Can ...
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... blood , and an enemy on his throne ? -The Persian came : from her protector , he turned into her oppressor ; and his empire was swept away like the dust of the desert ! -The Syrian smote her : 28 ST . PIERRE TO FERRARDO . the smiter ...
... blood , and an enemy on his throne ? -The Persian came : from her protector , he turned into her oppressor ; and his empire was swept away like the dust of the desert ! -The Syrian smote her : 28 ST . PIERRE TO FERRARDO . the smiter ...
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Popular passages
Page 275 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 16 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 397 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 298 - To die — to sleep. To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
Page 430 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Page 121 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 392 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 422 - 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.
Page 30 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 412 - ... the vile strength he wields for earth's destruction thou dost all despise, spurning him from thy bosom to the skies: and send'st him, shivering, in thy playful spray, and howling, to his Gods, where haply lies his petty hope in some near port or bay; then dashest him again to earth — there let him lay!