Select readings from the poets and prose writers of every country, ed. by J. FlemingJames Fleming Simpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1863 - 352 pages |
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... thou weeping , sister ? Why is thy cheek so pale ? Look up , dear Jane , and tell me What is it thou dost ail ? " I know thy will is froward , Thy feelings warm and keen , And that that Augustus Howard For weeks has not been seen . " I ...
... thou weeping , sister ? Why is thy cheek so pale ? Look up , dear Jane , and tell me What is it thou dost ail ? " I know thy will is froward , Thy feelings warm and keen , And that that Augustus Howard For weeks has not been seen . " I ...
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... thou wilt , still , Slavery ! still thou art a bitter draught ; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee , thou art no less bitter on that account . It is thou , Liberty ! thrice sweet and gracious goddess , whom ...
... thou wilt , still , Slavery ! still thou art a bitter draught ; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee , thou art no less bitter on that account . It is thou , Liberty ! thrice sweet and gracious goddess , whom ...
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... thou art exiled . Gracious heaven ! grant me but health , thou great Bestower of it , and give me but this fair goddess as my companion , and shower down thy mitres , if it seem good unto thy Divine Providence , upon those heads which ...
... thou art exiled . Gracious heaven ! grant me but health , thou great Bestower of it , and give me but this fair goddess as my companion , and shower down thy mitres , if it seem good unto thy Divine Providence , upon those heads which ...
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... thou shalt ride over care's coming billow- Lie not down wearied , ' neath woe's weeping willow , — But work with a stout heart and resolute will ! Work for some good , be it ever so slowly- Work for some hope - be it ever so lowly- Work ...
... thou shalt ride over care's coming billow- Lie not down wearied , ' neath woe's weeping willow , — But work with a stout heart and resolute will ! Work for some good , be it ever so slowly- Work for some hope - be it ever so lowly- Work ...
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... thou hast forc'd me , Out of thy honest truth , to play the woman . Let's dry our eyes and thus far hear me ... 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 ...
... thou hast forc'd me , Out of thy honest truth , to play the woman . Let's dry our eyes and thus far hear me ... 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 ...
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Page 50 - Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town? ' Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Page 326 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 22 - From his nest by the white wave's foam ; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home. There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band : Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure...
Page 34 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...
Page 199 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 41 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 46 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 149 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar; — I found it in his closet,— 'tis his will. Let but the commons hear this testament, — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read, — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, the Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 315 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Page 15 - I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. " And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together ; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. " His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover ? " Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I'll go, my chief — I'm ready.