The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 1Carson Stewart & Company, 1885 - Literature |
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... happy homes which adorn our con- tinent , and which are steadily increasing in numbers with the unexampled growth of our population and prosperity , from the Atlantic to the Pacific , and from Canada to the Gulf of Mexico . many authors ...
... happy homes which adorn our con- tinent , and which are steadily increasing in numbers with the unexampled growth of our population and prosperity , from the Atlantic to the Pacific , and from Canada to the Gulf of Mexico . many authors ...
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... happy prime of youth . Age , with its miserable train of cares and sorrows and diseases , was remembered only as the trouble of a dream from which they had joyously awoke . The fresh gloss of the soul , so early lost and without which ...
... happy prime of youth . Age , with its miserable train of cares and sorrows and diseases , was remembered only as the trouble of a dream from which they had joyously awoke . The fresh gloss of the soul , so early lost and without which ...
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... Happy were their words in secret . But Grumal loved the maid , the dark chief of the gloomy Ardven . He watched her lone steps in the heath , the foe of unhappy Comal . One day , tired of the chase , when the mist had concealed their ...
... Happy were their words in secret . But Grumal loved the maid , the dark chief of the gloomy Ardven . He watched her lone steps in the heath , the foe of unhappy Comal . One day , tired of the chase , when the mist had concealed their ...
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... equal . He died on the 14th of September , 1851 . Of many a happy hour ? When far away , and the heart is sad , We fly , in some sweet dream , Painted by Wavell Engraved by Brandard The Streams . KEPLER'S 74 THE STREAMS .
... equal . He died on the 14th of September , 1851 . Of many a happy hour ? When far away , and the heart is sad , We fly , in some sweet dream , Painted by Wavell Engraved by Brandard The Streams . KEPLER'S 74 THE STREAMS .
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... happy account to the great Master . An artist in the noblest sense of that word , he claims the poet's eulogy : " Emigravit is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies : Dead he is not , but departed , for the artist never dies ...
... happy account to the great Master . An artist in the noblest sense of that word , he claims the poet's eulogy : " Emigravit is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies : Dead he is not , but departed , for the artist never dies ...
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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...