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... rhyme , But the sky struck him speechless , and he tried In vain to summon up his callous pride . XIX . In the courtyard a fountain leaped al- way , A Triton blowing jewels through his shell Into the sunshine ; Mordred turned away ...
... rhyme , But the sky struck him speechless , and he tried In vain to summon up his callous pride . XIX . In the courtyard a fountain leaped al- way , A Triton blowing jewels through his shell Into the sunshine ; Mordred turned away ...
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... rhyme , But the sky struck him speechless , and he tried In vain to summon up his callous pride . XIX . In the courtyard a fountain leaped al- way , A Triton blowing jewels through his shell Into the sunshine ; Mordred turned away ...
... rhyme , But the sky struck him speechless , and he tried In vain to summon up his callous pride . XIX . In the courtyard a fountain leaped al- way , A Triton blowing jewels through his shell Into the sunshine ; Mordred turned away ...
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... rhyme it as they will ; The seasons toil that it may blow again , And summer's heart doth feel its every ill ; Nor is a true soul ever born for naught ; Wherever any such hath lived and died , There hath been something for true freedom ...
... rhyme it as they will ; The seasons toil that it may blow again , And summer's heart doth feel its every ill ; Nor is a true soul ever born for naught ; Wherever any such hath lived and died , There hath been something for true freedom ...
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... rhyme - ywinged , with a sting in its tail . But , by addings and alterings not previously planned , — di- gressions chance - hatched , like birds ' eggs in the sand , and dawdlings to suit every whimsy's demand ( always freeing the ...
... rhyme - ywinged , with a sting in its tail . But , by addings and alterings not previously planned , — di- gressions chance - hatched , like birds ' eggs in the sand , and dawdlings to suit every whimsy's demand ( always freeing the ...
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... rhymes , to the number of ninety - five several times , and , while I am writing , - I tremble to think of it , for I may at this moment be just on the brink of it , Molybdostom , angry at being omitted , has begun a critique , am I not ...
... rhymes , to the number of ninety - five several times , and , while I am writing , - I tremble to think of it , for I may at this moment be just on the brink of it , Molybdostom , angry at being omitted , has begun a critique , am I not ...
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Страница 45 - New occasions teach new duties : Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea. Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Страница 86 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Страница 100 - This water His blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbour, and Me.
Страница 95 - First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie, Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Страница 44 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 410 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Страница 44 - ... Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land ? Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 't is Truth alone is strong, And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her...
Страница 229 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back f'om Concord busted.
Страница 134 - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
Страница x - Yet in herself she dwelleth not, Although no home were half so fair; No simplest duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise: For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes.