The Rival Collection of Prose and Poetry, for the Use of Schools, Colleges and Public ReadersJ. W. Schermerhorn & Company, 1872 - 504 pàgines |
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Pàgina 13
... side to err on , is that of abundance , -- as pro- fusion is better than poverty ; as it is better to be detained by the beauties of a landscape than by the weariness of the desert . It is commonly , but mistakenly , supposed , that the ...
... side to err on , is that of abundance , -- as pro- fusion is better than poverty ; as it is better to be detained by the beauties of a landscape than by the weariness of the desert . It is commonly , but mistakenly , supposed , that the ...
Pàgina 19
... side ; And stretched his giant limbs of strength , And laid himself down at his fearful length . And the king a second signal made , - And instant was opened wide A second gate , on the other side , From which , with fiery bound , A ...
... side ; And stretched his giant limbs of strength , And laid himself down at his fearful length . And the king a second signal made , - And instant was opened wide A second gate , on the other side , From which , with fiery bound , A ...
Pàgina 20
... side himself he laid . And the king another signal made : The opened grating vomited then Two leopards forth from their dreadful den , - They rush on the tiger , with signs of rage , Eager the deadly fight to wage , Who , fierce , with ...
... side himself he laid . And the king another signal made : The opened grating vomited then Two leopards forth from their dreadful den , - They rush on the tiger , with signs of rage , Eager the deadly fight to wage , Who , fierce , with ...
Pàgina 33
... side by side ; They faced the Marcian fury ; they tamed the Fabian pride ; They drove the fiercest Quinctius an outcast forth from Rome ; They sent the haughtiest Claudius with shivered fasces home . But what their care bequeathed us ...
... side by side ; They faced the Marcian fury ; they tamed the Fabian pride ; They drove the fiercest Quinctius an outcast forth from Rome ; They sent the haughtiest Claudius with shivered fasces home . But what their care bequeathed us ...
Pàgina 36
... side , In mournful terms , " My dear , " he cried , " No more let feuds our peace divide : I'll end them . " Weary of life , and quite resigned , To drown , I have made up my mind , So tie my hands as fast behind as can be ; " Or nature ...
... side , In mournful terms , " My dear , " he cried , " No more let feuds our peace divide : I'll end them . " Weary of life , and quite resigned , To drown , I have made up my mind , So tie my hands as fast behind as can be ; " Or nature ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
arms Babie Bell BARBARA FRIETCHIE BATTLE OF FONTENOY beautiful bells Belshazzar beneath BENEDICT ARNOLD bless blood blow blue bosom brave breast breath Bregenz bride bright brow Cæsar CATARACT OF LODORE cheek child cold cried dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth eyes face fair father fell fire flag Fontenoy gazed gold grave gray hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor King kiss land Lars Porsena light lips live Lochinvar look Lord maid mother never Nevermore night o'er once pale Pompey poor pray Quoth the raven Rome rose round Sandalphon sare Scrooge Shamus shore sigh sleep smile soldier song soul SPARTACUS stars stood sweet sword tears tell Tennessee thee there's thou thought Twas voice waves Weller wery wife wild wind wonder word young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 275 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Pàgina 16 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Pàgina 397 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Pàgina 298 - To die — to sleep. To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
Pàgina 430 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Pàgina 121 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pàgina 392 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pàgina 422 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Pàgina 30 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Pàgina 412 - ... the vile strength he wields for earth's destruction thou dost all despise, spurning him from thy bosom to the skies: and send'st him, shivering, in thy playful spray, and howling, to his Gods, where haply lies his petty hope in some near port or bay; then dashest him again to earth — there let him lay!