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... thee ' tis given To guard the banner of the free ; To hover in the sulphur smoke , To ward away the battle - stroke ; And bid its blendings shine afar , Like rainbows on the cloud of war , The harbingers of victory ! Flag of the brave ...
... thee ' tis given To guard the banner of the free ; To hover in the sulphur smoke , To ward away the battle - stroke ; And bid its blendings shine afar , Like rainbows on the cloud of war , The harbingers of victory ! Flag of the brave ...
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... thee , then , Write me as one that loves his fellow - men . " The angel wrote and vanished . The next night It came again , with a great wakening light , And showed the names whom love of God had blest ; And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led ...
... thee , then , Write me as one that loves his fellow - men . " The angel wrote and vanished . The next night It came again , with a great wakening light , And showed the names whom love of God had blest ; And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led ...
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... thee , take this gem , The richest in the Tartar's diadem , And hold the giver as thou deemest fit . " " Gifts ! " cried the friend . He took ; and , holding it High toward heaven , as though to meet his star , Exclaimed , " This , too ...
... thee , take this gem , The richest in the Tartar's diadem , And hold the giver as thou deemest fit . " " Gifts ! " cried the friend . He took ; and , holding it High toward heaven , as though to meet his star , Exclaimed , " This , too ...
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... thee to thee ! -my body to relieve , At cost of my dear soul ! I have done thy work , -- Do mine ! and sign me that confession straight . I'm in thy power , and I'll have thee in mine ! There is the dial , and the sun shines on it ...
... thee to thee ! -my body to relieve , At cost of my dear soul ! I have done thy work , -- Do mine ! and sign me that confession straight . I'm in thy power , and I'll have thee in mine ! There is the dial , and the sun shines on it ...
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... thee do not wish for one man more . By Jove , I am not covetous of gold ; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; - Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet ...
... thee do not wish for one man more . By Jove , I am not covetous of gold ; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; - Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet ...
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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!