The Evergreen, Volum 1J. Winchester, 1840 |
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Pàgina 5
... rest . Oh that I could meet that Judas ! old though I be " - " Nay , nay , kind father , grasp not thy sword ! We have more need of thy rosary . The noise thickens about us , clash- ing of armor , and trampling of steeds ; sounds such ...
... rest . Oh that I could meet that Judas ! old though I be " - " Nay , nay , kind father , grasp not thy sword ! We have more need of thy rosary . The noise thickens about us , clash- ing of armor , and trampling of steeds ; sounds such ...
Pàgina 19
... rest three or four days . Naked and starving as they are , we cannot enough admire the incomparable patience and fidelity of the soldiery , that they have not been , ere this , excited by their sufferings to general mutiny and ...
... rest three or four days . Naked and starving as they are , we cannot enough admire the incomparable patience and fidelity of the soldiery , that they have not been , ere this , excited by their sufferings to general mutiny and ...
Pàgina 32
... rest Its hoards of thought and feeling ; at that spell , Methinks I feel its long - lost wealth revealed , And ancient springs within my bosom swell That grief had checked , and ruin had concealed , And sweetly swelling where its waters ...
... rest Its hoards of thought and feeling ; at that spell , Methinks I feel its long - lost wealth revealed , And ancient springs within my bosom swell That grief had checked , and ruin had concealed , And sweetly swelling where its waters ...
Pàgina 33
... rest more quiet now Than when it slept on down . With cloven crest and bloody shroud The once proud warrior lies ; And the patriot's heart hath not a throb To give to a nation's cries . A solemn voice will greet thine car As thou ...
... rest more quiet now Than when it slept on down . With cloven crest and bloody shroud The once proud warrior lies ; And the patriot's heart hath not a throb To give to a nation's cries . A solemn voice will greet thine car As thou ...
Pàgina 38
... rest every evening in a mead surrounded by an old wall , while he made his muster of them ; but for some days he had remarked that one of his finest goats always disappeared some time after coming to this spot , and did not join the ...
... rest every evening in a mead surrounded by an old wall , while he made his muster of them ; but for some days he had remarked that one of his finest goats always disappeared some time after coming to this spot , and did not join the ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 40 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Pàgina 2 - I wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill, I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still. There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird—- But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Pàgina 76 - And Esau hated Jacob because of the blessing wherewith his father blessed him : and Esau said in his heart, The days of mourning for my father are at hand ; then will I slay my brother Jacob.
Pàgina 191 - ... naked, from ceiled roofs to arched coffins, from living like gods to die like men. There is enough to cool the flames of lust, to abate the heights of pride, to appease the itch of covetous desires, to sully and dash out the dissembling colours of a lustful, artificial, and imaginary beauty. There the warlike and the peaceful, the fortunate and the miserable, the beloved and the despised princes mingle their dust, and pay down their symbol of mortality, and tell all the world, that when we die...
Pàgina 99 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Pàgina 40 - The king is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, in deafening shout,
Pàgina 212 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Pàgina 44 - THE BELEAGUERED CITY. I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead.
Pàgina 99 - IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. , Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May.
Pàgina 40 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.