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... voice combine . A piano , exquisitely wrought , Must open stand , apart , That all my daughters may be taught To win the stranger's heart . XV . My wife and daughters will desire Refreshment from perfumes , Cosmetics for the skin ...
... voice combine . A piano , exquisitely wrought , Must open stand , apart , That all my daughters may be taught To win the stranger's heart . XV . My wife and daughters will desire Refreshment from perfumes , Cosmetics for the skin ...
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... voice to hear ; A tongue , to speak at virtue's need , In Heaven's sublimest strain ; And lips the cause of man to plead , And never plead in vain . XX . I want uninterrupted health Throughout my long career 2 * JOHN QUINCY ADAMS . 333 ...
... voice to hear ; A tongue , to speak at virtue's need , In Heaven's sublimest strain ; And lips the cause of man to plead , And never plead in vain . XX . I want uninterrupted health Throughout my long career 2 * JOHN QUINCY ADAMS . 333 ...
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... To rule my native land . Nor crown , nor scepter would I ask , But from my country's will , By day , by night , to ply the task , Her cup of bliss to fill . XXIII . I want the voice of honest praise To 34 JOHN QUINCY ADAMS .
... To rule my native land . Nor crown , nor scepter would I ask , But from my country's will , By day , by night , to ply the task , Her cup of bliss to fill . XXIII . I want the voice of honest praise To 34 JOHN QUINCY ADAMS .
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Henry Augustin Beers. XXIII . I want the voice of honest praise To follow me behind , And to be thought in future days The friend of human kind ; - That after ages , as they rise , Exulting may proclaim , In choral union to the skies ...
Henry Augustin Beers. XXIII . I want the voice of honest praise To follow me behind , And to be thought in future days The friend of human kind ; - That after ages , as they rise , Exulting may proclaim , In choral union to the skies ...
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... reached the precincts of the city . I pursued the track which I had formerly taken , and entered High Street after nightfall . Instead of equipages and a throng of passengers , the voice of levity and glee , CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN .
... reached the precincts of the city . I pursued the track which I had formerly taken , and entered High Street after nightfall . Instead of equipages and a throng of passengers , the voice of levity and glee , CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN .
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Page 117 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 154 - 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 256 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.
Page 76 - There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin, piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Page 55 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 260 - ... expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now Burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, With my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining That the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining With the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then methought the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls Tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 121 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 116 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Page 74 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Page 59 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...