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Page 64
... feet- For the bugle calms all the wrath of men , With its benediction sweet . And war no more may ravage , Nor death again stalk loose , For the song of peace enthralls us all When the bugles sound a truce . Mankind Loves a Fight ...
... feet- For the bugle calms all the wrath of men , With its benediction sweet . And war no more may ravage , Nor death again stalk loose , For the song of peace enthralls us all When the bugles sound a truce . Mankind Loves a Fight ...
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... feet long , did not keep the same time . When it was thirteen minutes before 8 o'clock on the east side the north face told that it was four minutes after 8 , and the south and west faces marked the time 8.45 . The great long hands ...
... feet long , did not keep the same time . When it was thirteen minutes before 8 o'clock on the east side the north face told that it was four minutes after 8 , and the south and west faces marked the time 8.45 . The great long hands ...
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... feet from the ground up to the Lord knew where . When the old man found that the ball remained up in the air , refusing absolutely to come down , no matter how wildly he gesticulated or how loudly he yelled at it , he was apparently ...
... feet from the ground up to the Lord knew where . When the old man found that the ball remained up in the air , refusing absolutely to come down , no matter how wildly he gesticulated or how loudly he yelled at it , he was apparently ...
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... feet Of messengers that bear The tidings of despair . O Absalom , my son ! He goes forth from the door , Who shall return no more . With him our joy departs The light goes out in our hearts ; In the Chamber over the Gate We sit ...
... feet Of messengers that bear The tidings of despair . O Absalom , my son ! He goes forth from the door , Who shall return no more . With him our joy departs The light goes out in our hearts ; In the Chamber over the Gate We sit ...
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... feet in so much night ? The light above the poets head Streamed on the page and on the cloth , And twice and thrice there buffeted On the black pane a white winged moth : ' Twas Annie's soul that beat outside And " Open , open , open ...
... feet in so much night ? The light above the poets head Streamed on the page and on the cloth , And twice and thrice there buffeted On the black pane a white winged moth : ' Twas Annie's soul that beat outside And " Open , open , open ...
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Page 480 - Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A' creature of heroic blood, A proud though child-like form. The flames rolled on— he would not go, Without his father's word ; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard.
Page 513 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
Page 291 - And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground. And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand; when thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
Page 225 - 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 chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree • In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Page 81 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers. The ore within the mountain mine Requireth none to grow; Nor doth it need the lotus-flower To make the river flow.
Page 480 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm, — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 481 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Page 481 - Oh, elderly man, it's little I know Of the duties of men of the sea, And I'll eat my hand if I understand How you can possibly be " At once a cook, and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig.
Page 352 - OVER the mountains, And over the waves ; Under the fountains, And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest, Love will find out the way.
Page 513 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.