The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 1Carson Stewart & Company, 1885 - Literature |
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... breathing the breath of life into nature and wooing every bud and flower to burst forth into fragrance and beauty . I had come to Stratford on a poetical pil- grimage . My first visit was to the house where Shakespeare was born , and ...
... breathing the breath of life into nature and wooing every bud and flower to burst forth into fragrance and beauty . I had come to Stratford on a poetical pil- grimage . My first visit was to the house where Shakespeare was born , and ...
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... breath steal- ing over the senses , to see the moist mellow earth beginning to put forth the green sprout and the tender blade , and the trees and shrubs , in their reviving tints and bursting buds , giving the promise of returning ...
... breath steal- ing over the senses , to see the moist mellow earth beginning to put forth the green sprout and the tender blade , and the trees and shrubs , in their reviving tints and bursting buds , giving the promise of returning ...
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... breath , Lest it should startle her from the sleep That seemed too sweet and mild for death . I heard the far - off clock intone So slowly , so slowly ! I seemed one scar of infamy : Perhaps because the fingers light I held had grown so ...
... breath , Lest it should startle her from the sleep That seemed too sweet and mild for death . I heard the far - off clock intone So slowly , so slowly ! I seemed one scar of infamy : Perhaps because the fingers light I held had grown so ...
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... breath in the air ; The bold independence that labor shall buy Shall strengthen our hands and forbid us to Let us ! sigh . Away , far away ! Let us hope for the best , And build up a home in the land of the West . AWA CHARLES MACKAY ...
... breath in the air ; The bold independence that labor shall buy Shall strengthen our hands and forbid us to Let us ! sigh . Away , far away ! Let us hope for the best , And build up a home in the land of the West . AWA CHARLES MACKAY ...
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... glass ? " " Certainly , my dear madam - certainly , " maddened with the exuberant foolishness of their years . The most singular effect of their AE CHALON , RA WNEGLETON warm breath fanning each of 46 THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH .
... glass ? " " Certainly , my dear madam - certainly , " maddened with the exuberant foolishness of their years . The most singular effect of their AE CHALON , RA WNEGLETON warm breath fanning each of 46 THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH .
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Common terms and phrases
Antwerp arms beautiful blessed born bosom brave breast breath bridge called cold cried dark dead dear death Devadatta door dream earth Evandale eyes face fair fancy father fear feet fell fire Gardes Françaises gaze grave hair hand happy hath head heard heart heaven Heidegger HENRY COPPÉE HENRY KIRKE WHITE honor hope horse hour JAMES MACPHERSON Jean Valjean John Adams king kiss lady land laugh light lips live look Lord Marcus Cato Medbourne morning mother never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH passed Pawnees poem poor popinjay rose round Sainte Aldegonde Sakya seemed side sleep smile soon soul spirit stood story stream sweet tears tell Teton thee thine things thou thought tion Tom Moody trees turned voice watched wife wild Yasodhara young youth
Popular passages
Page 172 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist. And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist, — A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain.
Page 13 - Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs, On chalked flowers that lies. And winking mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty bin, My lady sweet arise!
Page 217 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Page 216 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Page 127 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 344 - Such a spirit is Liberty. At times she takes the form of a hateful reptile. She grovels, she hisses, she stings. But woe to those who in disgust shall venture to crush her! And happy are those who, having dared to receive her in her degraded and frightful shape, shall at length be rewarded by her in the time of her beauty and her glory!
Page 291 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Page 216 - Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Page 399 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Page 215 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new ; That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...