The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Том 4Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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... Dear Fish to me This is not my Home . . Those Churches Old and Gray Through Death to Life Till Winter Days are Over To the Cuckoo . • Seba Smith .. . John Logan Dr. George Sigerson John Logan . Too - Early - Opening Flower , The ( From ...
... Dear Fish to me This is not my Home . . Those Churches Old and Gray Through Death to Life Till Winter Days are Over To the Cuckoo . • Seba Smith .. . John Logan Dr. George Sigerson John Logan . Too - Early - Opening Flower , The ( From ...
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... dear uncle Higginbotham . He has the kind- ness to give me a home in his house , though I contribute to my own support by teaching a school . I left Kimballton this morning to spend the vacation of commencement week with a friend ...
... dear uncle Higginbotham . He has the kind- ness to give me a home in his house , though I contribute to my own support by teaching a school . I left Kimballton this morning to spend the vacation of commencement week with a friend ...
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... dear mother's joy . " He said , and gave his infant to the arms Of his Andromache , who him received Into her fragrant bosom , bitter tears With sweet smiles mingling . He with pity moved That sight observed , soft touched her cheek ...
... dear mother's joy . " He said , and gave his infant to the arms Of his Andromache , who him received Into her fragrant bosom , bitter tears With sweet smiles mingling . He with pity moved That sight observed , soft touched her cheek ...
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... dear to the out- ward - bound . S dead . " LORD FRANCIS LEVESON GOWER . HOW HE SAVED ST . MICHAEL'S . O you beg for a story , my darling , my brown - eyed Leopold , And you , Alice , with face like morning and curling locks of gold ...
... dear to the out- ward - bound . S dead . " LORD FRANCIS LEVESON GOWER . HOW HE SAVED ST . MICHAEL'S . O you beg for a story , my darling , my brown - eyed Leopold , And you , Alice , with face like morning and curling locks of gold ...
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... dear - a bit chack o ' supper , a bit chack o ' supper , " said the pro- vost . pur- The girl appeared at a loss . She had made out " supper " distinctly enough , but " bit chack o ' " puzzled her sadly ; and , thinking it expressed ...
... dear - a bit chack o ' supper , a bit chack o ' supper , " said the pro- vost . pur- The girl appeared at a loss . She had made out " supper " distinctly enough , but " bit chack o ' " puzzled her sadly ; and , thinking it expressed ...
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Страница 434 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Страница 462 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Страница 462 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Страница 298 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 298 - ... unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...