The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Том 4Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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... spirit of unmitigated ferocity . It naturally suggests the idea of two distinct sources , and authorizes the belief that the Aztecs had inherited from their predecessors a milder faith , on which was afterward en- grafted their own ...
... spirit of unmitigated ferocity . It naturally suggests the idea of two distinct sources , and authorizes the belief that the Aztecs had inherited from their predecessors a milder faith , on which was afterward en- grafted their own ...
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... spirits , and might have encour- aged him to repeat the old story had there been anybody awake to hear it . But he met neither ox - team , light wagon , chaise , horseman nor foot - traveller till , just as he crossed Salmon River , a ...
... spirits , and might have encour- aged him to repeat the old story had there been anybody awake to hear it . But he met neither ox - team , light wagon , chaise , horseman nor foot - traveller till , just as he crossed Salmon River , a ...
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W HENSEL . PINXT . Miriam's Song . HBOURNE , SCULPT . Is charity's spirit , that prompts us to find Rather.
W HENSEL . PINXT . Miriam's Song . HBOURNE , SCULPT . Is charity's spirit , that prompts us to find Rather.
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Is charity's spirit , that prompts us to find Rather virtue than vice in the lives of our kind . 66 Therefore good deeds we record on these stones ; The evil men do let it die with their bones : I have labored as sexton this many a year ...
Is charity's spirit , that prompts us to find Rather virtue than vice in the lives of our kind . 66 Therefore good deeds we record on these stones ; The evil men do let it die with their bones : I have labored as sexton this many a year ...
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... from me drawn , Well if thrown out as supernumerary To my just number found . Oh , why did God , Creator wise , that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine , create at last This novelty on earth , this fair defect . Of.
... from me drawn , Well if thrown out as supernumerary To my just number found . Oh , why did God , Creator wise , that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine , create at last This novelty on earth , this fair defect . Of.
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Adonis Agni Apollyon arms beauty beneath blessed Blue Peter Brahmans breast breath bright Canute Captain Car child cried Cytherea dark dead dear death door dream earl earth eyes Fabius face fair father fear fire flowers geological periods gods grave hair hand Hannibal happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven honor Inchcape Rock Indra Jack Johnny king knew LADY TEAZ leave light lips live look Lord Mesty Michelangelo mind morning mother never night o'er once passed Pauline Pindar provost replied Rorie round SAMUEL F. B. MORSE seemed silent Silurian SIR PET sleep smile Soma song soul Starvieston stood sweet tears tell Teresa thee thing thou thought tion Turin turned Twas Veda Violet Vixen voice Vritra wife wild wind woman wonder words young youth
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Страница 99 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Страница 101 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Страница 156 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Страница 29 - Oh ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Страница 251 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
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...