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... sweet for anything , and the shade of that velvet is perfectly grand . 5. Do you know , I have a perfect mania for roast chicken , but I abominate turkey . 6. I could have beaten Jones going to the meet , but his wheel is ten pounds ...
... sweet for anything , and the shade of that velvet is perfectly grand . 5. Do you know , I have a perfect mania for roast chicken , but I abominate turkey . 6. I could have beaten Jones going to the meet , but his wheel is ten pounds ...
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... sweets of domestic life , to the happiness of kindred , and parents , and children . We welcome you to the ... sweet Addio of their beck- oning maidens , are part of the same day's travel that brings us to the other side of the ...
... sweets of domestic life , to the happiness of kindred , and parents , and children . We welcome you to the ... sweet Addio of their beck- oning maidens , are part of the same day's travel that brings us to the other side of the ...
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... sweet voice had notes more high And shrill for social battle - cry . Since then what old cathedral town Has missed her pilgrim staff and gown , What convent gate has held its lock Against the challenge of her knock ! Through Smyrna's ...
... sweet voice had notes more high And shrill for social battle - cry . Since then what old cathedral town Has missed her pilgrim staff and gown , What convent gate has held its lock Against the challenge of her knock ! Through Smyrna's ...
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... sweet assurances And hope for all the language is , That He remembereth we are dust ! Notice in the examples of Climax which you have studied whether there seems to be a Climax in the length of the members . Find at least one example in ...
... sweet assurances And hope for all the language is , That He remembereth we are dust ! Notice in the examples of Climax which you have studied whether there seems to be a Climax in the length of the members . Find at least one example in ...
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... sweet , Like snowbound sparrows in a hedge . In silk of spider's spinning hid , A long and narrow psalm - book lay ; I wrote a name upon the lid , Then brushed the idle dust away . Ah , dotted tribe with ebon heads That climb the ...
... sweet , Like snowbound sparrows in a hedge . In silk of spider's spinning hid , A long and narrow psalm - book lay ; I wrote a name upon the lid , Then brushed the idle dust away . Ah , dotted tribe with ebon heads That climb the ...
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Page 95 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 127 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 117 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
Page 248 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 249 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Page 89 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — "The foe, they come! they come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Page 97 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 94 - We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing: And hark! how clear bold Chanticleer, Warmed with the new wine of the year, Tells all in his lusty crowing ! Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Page 127 - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Page 289 - Unwarmed by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night, A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag wavering to and fro Crossed and recrossed the winged snow : And ere the early bedtime came The white drift piled the window-frame, And through the glass the clothes-line posts Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts.