An American Anthology, 1787-1900Edmund Clarence Stedman Classic Textbooks, 1901 - 878 páginas |
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... rounds of youth , prime , and decadence . Spring comes and goes and comes again , while each season has its own ... round , inasmuch as there has been thus far so little of the indubitably dramatic in our rhythmical production . The ...
... rounds of youth , prime , and decadence . Spring comes and goes and comes again , while each season has its own ... round , inasmuch as there has been thus far so little of the indubitably dramatic in our rhythmical production . The ...
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... round . Is this the place where festive song Deceived the wintry hours away ? No more the swains the tune prolong ... rounds , Kills where he can , and , where he cannot , wounds . Nature to him her stings of rancor gave To shed 6 EARLY ...
... round . Is this the place where festive song Deceived the wintry hours away ? No more the swains the tune prolong ... rounds , Kills where he can , and , where he cannot , wounds . Nature to him her stings of rancor gave To shed 6 EARLY ...
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... round her tail In Darby's eyes , and kicked the pail . The clown , perplexed with grief and pain , Swore he'd ne'er try to milk again : When turning round , in sad amaze , He saw his cottage in a blaze : For as he chanced to brush the ...
... round her tail In Darby's eyes , and kicked the pail . The clown , perplexed with grief and pain , Swore he'd ne'er try to milk again : When turning round , in sad amaze , He saw his cottage in a blaze : For as he chanced to brush the ...
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... round our Liberty ; As a band of brothers joined , Peace and safety we shall find . Immortal patriots ! rise once more : Defend your rights , defend your shore : Let no rude foe , with impious hand , Let no rude foe , with impious hand ...
... round our Liberty ; As a band of brothers joined , Peace and safety we shall find . Immortal patriots ! rise once more : Defend your rights , defend your shore : Let no rude foe , with impious hand , Let no rude foe , with impious hand ...
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... round us streamed . But he who mourns is not as one bereft Of all he loved : thy living Truths are left . THE LATTER DAY HAIL to the brightness of Zion's glad morn- ing ; Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ; Hushed be the ...
... round us streamed . But he who mourns is not as one bereft Of all he loved : thy living Truths are left . THE LATTER DAY HAIL to the brightness of Zion's glad morn- ing ; Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ; Hushed be the ...
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Página 17 - Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto— "In God is our trust.
Página 112 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 150 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 16 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps
Página 112 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Página 46 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 36 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band. " Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires ; Strike — for the green graves of your sires: GoD, and your native land!
Página 93 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Página 204 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 232 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
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Josiah Gilbert Holland in Relation to His Times Harry Houston Peckham Sin vista previa disponible - 2006 |