The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volum 4Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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Side 9
... feeling his own concep- tions of the angelic hierarchy quickened by those of the inspired artist , and a new and sensible form , as it were , given to images which had before floated dim and undefined before him ? The last - mentioned ...
... feeling his own concep- tions of the angelic hierarchy quickened by those of the inspired artist , and a new and sensible form , as it were , given to images which had before floated dim and undefined before him ? The last - mentioned ...
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... feel confident , therefore , that I left my be- loved relative alive , and trust that I shall find him so on my return . " The young lady courtesied at the close of her speech , which was so sensible and well worded , and delivered with ...
... feel confident , therefore , that I left my be- loved relative alive , and trust that I shall find him so on my return . " The young lady courtesied at the close of her speech , which was so sensible and well worded , and delivered with ...
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... feel - is but the pulsa- tion of that heart which in the breast of my people beats . The glory of battle is for the historic leaders ; theirs are the laurels of im- mortality . And yet in encountering the danger they knew that , alive ...
... feel - is but the pulsa- tion of that heart which in the breast of my people beats . The glory of battle is for the historic leaders ; theirs are the laurels of im- mortality . And yet in encountering the danger they knew that , alive ...
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... feel you tread it to dust and death- go , Ah ! had I not taken my life up and given All that life gives and the years let The wine and money , the balm and leaven , The dreams reared high and the hopes brought low . Come life , come ...
... feel you tread it to dust and death- go , Ah ! had I not taken my life up and given All that life gives and the years let The wine and money , the balm and leaven , The dreams reared high and the hopes brought low . Come life , come ...
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... feel again youth's hopes and fears— What they might blush now to confess , Yet what made their spring - day's ... feeling all others above , Vowed to the living and kept to the tomb , The same in its blight as it was in its bloom ? With ...
... feel again youth's hopes and fears— What they might blush now to confess , Yet what made their spring - day's ... feeling all others above , Vowed to the living and kept to the tomb , The same in its blight as it was in its bloom ? With ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Adonis Agni Apollyon arms beauty beneath blessed Blue Peter Brahmans breast breath bright Canute Captain Car child cried Cytherea dark dead dear death door dream earl earth eyes Fabius face fair father fear fire flowers geological periods gods grave hair hand Hannibal happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven honor Inchcape Rock Indra Jack Johnny king knew LADY TEAZ leave light lips live look Lord Mesty Michelangelo mind morning mother never night o'er once passed Pauline Pindar provost replied Rorie round SAMUEL F. B. MORSE seemed silent Silurian SIR PET sleep smile Soma song soul Starvieston stood sweet tears tell Teresa thee thing thou thought tion Turin turned Twas Veda Violet Vixen voice Vritra wife wild wind woman wonder words young youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 99 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Side 101 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Side 156 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Side 29 - Oh ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Side 251 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Side 434 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 462 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Side 462 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Side 298 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 298 - ... unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...