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... hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb . My grandmamma has said— Poor old lady , she is dead Long ago- That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . But now his nose is thin , And it rests upon his ...
... hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb . My grandmamma has said— Poor old lady , she is dead Long ago- That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . But now his nose is thin , And it rests upon his ...
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... hear a voice that sings : - Build thee more stately mansions , O my soul , As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low - vaulted past ! Let each new temple , nobler than the last , 1835-60 ] 29 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES . The Chambered Nautilus.
... hear a voice that sings : - Build thee more stately mansions , O my soul , As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low - vaulted past ! Let each new temple , nobler than the last , 1835-60 ] 29 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES . The Chambered Nautilus.
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... hear . Then mark the cloven sphere that holds All thought in its mysterious folds , That feels sensation's faintest thrill , And flashes forth the sovereign will ; Think on the stormy world that dwells Locked in its dim and clustering ...
... hear . Then mark the cloven sphere that holds All thought in its mysterious folds , That feels sensation's faintest thrill , And flashes forth the sovereign will ; Think on the stormy world that dwells Locked in its dim and clustering ...
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... hear to - day in a hundred men . O lady and lover , how faint and far Your images hover , and here we are , Solid and stirring in flesh and bone , — Edward's and Dorothy's - all their own , - A goodly record for Time to show Of a ...
... hear to - day in a hundred men . O lady and lover , how faint and far Your images hover , and here we are , Solid and stirring in flesh and bone , — Edward's and Dorothy's - all their own , - A goodly record for Time to show Of a ...
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... hear him talk was like watching one crossing a brook on stepping - stones . His noun had to wait for its verb or its adjective until he was ready ; then his speech would come down upon the word he wanted , and not Worcester and Webster ...
... hear him talk was like watching one crossing a brook on stepping - stones . His noun had to wait for its verb or its adjective until he was ready ; then his speech would come down upon the word he wanted , and not Worcester and Webster ...
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Страница 430 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Страница 30 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Страница 544 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Страница 30 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Страница 506 - ... wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Страница 499 - I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
Страница 529 - A whip for the horse, a bridle for the ass, and a rod for the fool's back.
Страница 498 - A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Страница 502 - Once Paumanok, When the lilac-scent was in the air and Fifth-month grass was growing, Up this seashore in some briers, Two feather'd guests from Alabama, two together, And their nest, and four light-green eggs spotted with brown...
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