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... voice . How true are the words of the Psalmist , ' He giveth snow like wool ; He scattereth the hoar - frost like ashes ; He casteth forth His ice like morsels : who can stand before His cold ? ' In May 1855 , Kane resolved to abandon ...
... voice . How true are the words of the Psalmist , ' He giveth snow like wool ; He scattereth the hoar - frost like ashes ; He casteth forth His ice like morsels : who can stand before His cold ? ' In May 1855 , Kane resolved to abandon ...
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... voice is wafted to the shore , and the echoes carry the sound into the heart of the remotest hills . The sun steals the " veil of radiant fountains " which shimmer over it in spray and foam in the summer winds ; and the rainbow hangs ...
... voice is wafted to the shore , and the echoes carry the sound into the heart of the remotest hills . The sun steals the " veil of radiant fountains " which shimmer over it in spray and foam in the summer winds ; and the rainbow hangs ...
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... voice oppression die . Lusitania , from the dust Shake thy locks ; thy cause is just , Strike for freedom , strike and trust . France , I hurry from thy shore ; Thou art not the France of yore ; Thou art new - born France no more ...
... voice oppression die . Lusitania , from the dust Shake thy locks ; thy cause is just , Strike for freedom , strike and trust . France , I hurry from thy shore ; Thou art not the France of yore ; Thou art new - born France no more ...
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... voices , and musical instruments . Gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so de- lightful a scene . I wished for the wings of an eagle , that I might fly away to those happy seats ; but the genius told me there was no passage to them ...
... voices , and musical instruments . Gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so de- lightful a scene . I wished for the wings of an eagle , that I might fly away to those happy seats ; but the genius told me there was no passage to them ...
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... voice , ' O king , forget not the men of Athens . ' But Zeus hearkened not to the prayer of the great king , for the ships were made ready , and his chieftains and warriors hastened away to the Athenian land and fought in Marathon . But ...
... voice , ' O king , forget not the men of Athens . ' But Zeus hearkened not to the prayer of the great king , for the ships were made ready , and his chieftains and warriors hastened away to the Athenian land and fought in Marathon . But ...
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Page 64 - 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 155 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 221 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 172 - I obey : so God ordains ; God is thy law, thou mine : to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise.
Page 170 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Page 183 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled. And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 65 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 179 - 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 274 - Night sank upon the dusky beach and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day ; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone : it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Page 285 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...