Choice Literature, 書籍 6American Book Company, 1912 |
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... Hill The Flag goes By • The Year's at the Spring Burial of Sir John Moore The Loss of the Arctic . The First Snowfall Pan in Wall Street The Mystic Weaver • Sir Walter Scott PAGE 9 Sir Walter Scott 16 Sir Walter Scott 20 Sir Walter ...
... Hill The Flag goes By • The Year's at the Spring Burial of Sir John Moore The Loss of the Arctic . The First Snowfall Pan in Wall Street The Mystic Weaver • Sir Walter Scott PAGE 9 Sir Walter Scott 16 Sir Walter Scott 20 Sir Walter ...
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... hill , to gain the wind on them ; and when thou'st got the weather- gage , thou may'st drive them before thee as gently as so many innocent lambs . " 66 Truly , " said Wamba , without stirring from the spot , " I have consulted my legs ...
... hill , to gain the wind on them ; and when thou'st got the weather- gage , thou may'st drive them before thee as gently as so many innocent lambs . " 66 Truly , " said Wamba , without stirring from the spot , " I have consulted my legs ...
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... hill , ' Tis winter , winter still , There's something seems to say That winter's had its day . And all this changing tint , This whispering stir and hint Of bud and bloom and wing , Is the coming of the spring . And to - morrow or to ...
... hill , ' Tis winter , winter still , There's something seems to say That winter's had its day . And all this changing tint , This whispering stir and hint Of bud and bloom and wing , Is the coming of the spring . And to - morrow or to ...
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... hill and plain , Once more , and yet once more , Returning as before , e see the bloom of birth We Make young again this earth . ΟΝ THE BOSTON MASSACRE From " The American Revolution " JOHN FISKE • N the 22d of February , 1770 , an ...
... hill and plain , Once more , and yet once more , Returning as before , e see the bloom of birth We Make young again this earth . ΟΝ THE BOSTON MASSACRE From " The American Revolution " JOHN FISKE • N the 22d of February , 1770 , an ...
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... Hills rose and fell - but his heart was gay , With Sheridan fifteen miles away . Still sprung from those swift hoofs , thundering south , The dust , like smoke from the cannon's mouth ; Or the tail of a comet , sweeping faster and ...
... Hills rose and fell - but his heart was gay , With Sheridan fifteen miles away . Still sprung from those swift hoofs , thundering south , The dust , like smoke from the cannon's mouth ; Or the tail of a comet , sweeping faster and ...
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217 ページ - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
238 ページ - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
363 ページ - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
371 ページ - 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. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
51 ページ - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
197 ページ - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE — With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
347 ページ - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
279 ページ - And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain.
220 ページ - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
364 ページ - The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.