Choice Literature, 書籍 6American Book Company, 1912 |
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... sweet accord , Answered , " The names of those who love the Lord . " " And is mine one ? " said Abou . 66 Nay , not so , " Replied the angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerily still ; and said , " I pray thee , then , Write me as one ...
... sweet accord , Answered , " The names of those who love the Lord . " " And is mine one ? " said Abou . 66 Nay , not so , " Replied the angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerily still ; and said , " I pray thee , then , Write me as one ...
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THE COMING OF SPRING NORA PERRY THERE'S something in the air That's new and sweet and rare A scent of summer things , A whir as if of wings . There's something , too , that's new In the color of the blue That's in the morning sky Before ...
THE COMING OF SPRING NORA PERRY THERE'S something in the air That's new and sweet and rare A scent of summer things , A whir as if of wings . There's something , too , that's new In the color of the blue That's in the morning sky Before ...
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... sweet lady , almost broke her heart at leaving him this morning ; and she said one of his sisters was like to die of decline , and so 66 99 Well , well , " burst in Tom , with something like a sigh at the effort , " I suppose I must ...
... sweet lady , almost broke her heart at leaving him this morning ; and she said one of his sisters was like to die of decline , and so 66 99 Well , well , " burst in Tom , with something like a sigh at the effort , " I suppose I must ...
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... sweet child face is showing . Dear girl ! The grasses on her grave Have forty years been growing . He lives to learn , in life's hard school , How few who pass above him Lament their triumph and his loss , Like her , because they love ...
... sweet child face is showing . Dear girl ! The grasses on her grave Have forty years been growing . He lives to learn , in life's hard school , How few who pass above him Lament their triumph and his loss , Like her , because they love ...
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... sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood ; How the flakes were folding it gently , As did robins the babes in the wood . Up spoke our own little Mabel , Saying , " Father , who makes it snow ? " And I told of the good All - Father ...
... sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood ; How the flakes were folding it gently , As did robins the babes in the wood . Up spoke our own little Mabel , Saying , " Father , who makes it snow ? " And I told of the good All - Father ...
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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.