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... river they beckon to me ; Loved ones who have passed to the further side . The gleam of their snowy robes I see , But their voices are lost in the dashing tide . L There was one with ringlets of sunny gold , And 30 THE CRANE FIFTH ...
... river they beckon to me ; Loved ones who have passed to the further side . The gleam of their snowy robes I see , But their voices are lost in the dashing tide . L There was one with ringlets of sunny gold , And 30 THE CRANE FIFTH ...
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... river , over the river , My brother stands waiting to welcome me . 2. When the lessons and tasks are all ended , And the school for the day is dismissed , And the little ones gather around me To bid me good - night and be kissed ; Oh ...
... river , over the river , My brother stands waiting to welcome me . 2. When the lessons and tasks are all ended , And the school for the day is dismissed , And the little ones gather around me To bid me good - night and be kissed ; Oh ...
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... along the bank of the river . We must retreat instantly or be cut off from our boats . I see the head of their column already rising over the height . Our only safety is in the screen of this hedge 42 THE CRANE FIFTH READER . Force.
... along the bank of the river . We must retreat instantly or be cut off from our boats . I see the head of their column already rising over the height . Our only safety is in the screen of this hedge 42 THE CRANE FIFTH READER . Force.
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... river , And their arrowy sparkles of brilliant light On the forest branches quiver . 2. So light to the croup the fair lady he swung , So light to the saddle before her he sprung : " She is won ! We are gone , over bank , bush , and ...
... river , And their arrowy sparkles of brilliant light On the forest branches quiver . 2. So light to the croup the fair lady he swung , So light to the saddle before her he sprung : " She is won ! We are gone , over bank , bush , and ...
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... Rivers of waters did run down from mine eyes . The waves rolled mountain high . Apostrophe addresses some absent person or thing as though present and listening . Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches , whom a breath draws down , In ...
... Rivers of waters did run down from mine eyes . The waves rolled mountain high . Apostrophe addresses some absent person or thing as though present and listening . Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches , whom a breath draws down , In ...
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Page 291 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
Page 309 - Peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Page 323 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 102 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Page 306 - Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth ; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
Page 340 - Break, break, break On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Page 322 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 308 - If we wish to be free; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges, for which we have been so long contending ; if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle, in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, — we must fight! — I repeat it, sir, we must fight ! An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all that is left us.
Page 258 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 301 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers: they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was, as it were, a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, as I do here.