Good Selections, in Prose and Poetry, for Use in Schools and Academies, Home and Church Sociables ...The author, 1885 - 159 pages |
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... no longer ; But the bowls be changed to wampum , And the kettles shall be silver ; They shall shine like shells of scarlet , Like the fire shall gleam and glimmer . " And the women shall no longer Bear the dreary 16- Good Selections .
... no longer ; But the bowls be changed to wampum , And the kettles shall be silver ; They shall shine like shells of scarlet , Like the fire shall gleam and glimmer . " And the women shall no longer Bear the dreary 16- Good Selections .
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... shine forth , clear stars - swing outward to the breeze- Go bear your message to the wilds - go tell it on the seas , That poor men sit vithin your shade , and rich men in their pride- That beggar - boys and statesmen's sons walk ...
... shine forth , clear stars - swing outward to the breeze- Go bear your message to the wilds - go tell it on the seas , That poor men sit vithin your shade , and rich men in their pride- That beggar - boys and statesmen's sons walk ...
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... shine from far , And make and mar The foolish fates . " This was lofty ! - Now name the rest of the players .-- This is Ercles ' vein , a tyrant vein ; a lover is more condoling . QUIN . Francis Flute , the bellows mender . FLU . Here ...
... shine from far , And make and mar The foolish fates . " This was lofty ! - Now name the rest of the players .-- This is Ercles ' vein , a tyrant vein ; a lover is more condoling . QUIN . Francis Flute , the bellows mender . FLU . Here ...
Page 102
... shine that night we play our play ? BOT . A calendar , a calendar ! look in the almanac find out moonshine , find out moonshine . QUIN . Yes , it doth shine that night . BOT . Why , then you may leave a casement 102 Good Selections .
... shine that night we play our play ? BOT . A calendar , a calendar ! look in the almanac find out moonshine , find out moonshine . QUIN . Yes , it doth shine that night . BOT . Why , then you may leave a casement 102 Good Selections .
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... shine in at the casement . QUIN Ay ; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns or a lanthorn , and say he comes to disfigure , or to present , the person of Moonshine . Then , there is another thing ; we must have a wall in the ...
... shine in at the casement . QUIN Ay ; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns or a lanthorn , and say he comes to disfigure , or to present , the person of Moonshine . Then , there is another thing ; we must have a wall in the ...
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Page 126 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 97 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Page 129 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 95 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! - how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Page 27 - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Page 126 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
Page 66 - And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 111 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 26 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea...
Page 67 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, but spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, over the face of the leader came ; the nobler nature within him stirred to life at that woman's deed and word. "Who touches a hair of yon gray head dies like a dog ! March on !