The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy, Poetry, the Drama, Travel, Adventure, Fiction, Etc, Volume 6American Literary Society, 1901 |
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Page 1918
... arms . " O mother , mother , all is o'er ! O world , farewell for evermore ! No mercy God doth know . Unhappy me , O woe ! " " Have mercy , God ! in thee we trust . Child , pray a Pater Noster ! What God decrees is right and just , God ...
... arms . " O mother , mother , all is o'er ! O world , farewell for evermore ! No mercy God doth know . Unhappy me , O woe ! " " Have mercy , God ! in thee we trust . Child , pray a Pater Noster ! What God decrees is right and just , God ...
Page 1921
... arms of lily white around The faithful rider slung ; And tramp , tramp , tramp , they flew anon In furious gallop , on , on , on ! Steed snorted , rider , too ; The sparks and pebbles flew . On sinister and dexter hand , Before their ...
... arms of lily white around The faithful rider slung ; And tramp , tramp , tramp , they flew anon In furious gallop , on , on , on ! Steed snorted , rider , too ; The sparks and pebbles flew . On sinister and dexter hand , Before their ...
Page 1941
... arms and confusions , and whilst governments were rather in their causes than formed . Learning paid back what it received to nobility and to priesthood ; and paid it with usury , by enlarging their ideas and by furnishing their minds ...
... arms and confusions , and whilst governments were rather in their causes than formed . Learning paid back what it received to nobility and to priesthood ; and paid it with usury , by enlarging their ideas and by furnishing their minds ...
Page 1956
... arms ; even the shining white billows of her silk train could not make her look anything but a child . The light was so bright that the roses that drooped in her bosom , and clung to her loose , soft hair , were as red as blood . She ...
... arms ; even the shining white billows of her silk train could not make her look anything but a child . The light was so bright that the roses that drooped in her bosom , and clung to her loose , soft hair , were as red as blood . She ...
Page 1957
... arm , and laughing a happy little laugh . " Is it into the garden , Jack ? " " It is where we shall be out of the way , " he answered , softening his cruel voice . " Out of the way , and together , and happy . " And he slipped his ...
... arm , and laughing a happy little laugh . " Is it into the garden , Jack ? " " It is where we shall be out of the way , " he answered , softening his cruel voice . " Out of the way , and together , and happy . " And he slipped his ...
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Page 2274 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Page 2090 - The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Page 2003 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Page 2106 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 2006 - And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Page 2003 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale.
Page 1997 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 2273 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 2004 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Page 2093 - That heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat, And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! It is — it is the cannon's opening roar.