The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 6Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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... dear , " evasively re- turned Joyce .- " Sir , please , must not Miss Isabel go back to bed ? " Mr. Carlyle made no reply to the ques- tion ; most likely he never heard its import . But he touched Isabel's shoulder to draw Joyce's ...
... dear , " evasively re- turned Joyce .- " Sir , please , must not Miss Isabel go back to bed ? " Mr. Carlyle made no reply to the ques- tion ; most likely he never heard its import . But he touched Isabel's shoulder to draw Joyce's ...
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... dear to me as you once were . ' " As I once was - ay ; and as I might have been now . " 66 ' Indeed you might , " he answered , with emotion . " Archibald , I am on the very threshold of the next world . Will you not bless me , will you ...
... dear to me as you once were . ' " As I once was - ay ; and as I might have been now . " 66 ' Indeed you might , " he answered , with emotion . " Archibald , I am on the very threshold of the next world . Will you not bless me , will you ...
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... dear husband ! " She raised her head from the pillow , ex- haps , by the workingman upon stuff called beer and gin . The artisan or the journey- man , exhausted by the gas - poisoned air with which his lungs are loaded , and shrinking ...
... dear husband ! " She raised her head from the pillow , ex- haps , by the workingman upon stuff called beer and gin . The artisan or the journey- man , exhausted by the gas - poisoned air with which his lungs are loaded , and shrinking ...
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... dear child and its dead mate then guiding , Most pitifully plained - and parted too . bairn . Yon sister that sang o'er his saftly - rocked bed Now rests in the mools where her mammie is laid ; The father toils sair their wee bannock to ...
... dear child and its dead mate then guiding , Most pitifully plained - and parted too . bairn . Yon sister that sang o'er his saftly - rocked bed Now rests in the mools where her mammie is laid ; The father toils sair their wee bannock to ...
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... dear than gold , And maiden Margaret's heart was free . ISA CRAIG . THE DEATH OF ZERBINO . FROM THE ITALIAN OF LODOVICO ARIOSTO . Zerbino , the generous son of the king of Scotland , had collected together the arms which Orlando in his ...
... dear than gold , And maiden Margaret's heart was free . ISA CRAIG . THE DEATH OF ZERBINO . FROM THE ITALIAN OF LODOVICO ARIOSTO . Zerbino , the generous son of the king of Scotland , had collected together the arms which Orlando in his ...
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ARAUCAN arms Athens Baby Bell beauty behold blood blue brave breast breath Brown Cimabue Confucius dark dead dear death door dread dream earth eyes Fabiola face fair father FAUST fear feel Felicia Hemans fire flowers friends Gargilesse gave Genoa Giotto give grave hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope human ISA CRAIG Jason JOHN BOWRING king knew lady light live look Lord Maryland Medea ment mind morning mother nature never night o'er once pain passed poor rest Robinson round sackbuts seemed seneschal Sir Launfal sleep smile song soul spirit star-spangled banner stars stood sweet sword Tagrag tears tell thee thine things THOMAS BLACKLOCK Thomas Campbell thou thought tion Titmouse truth turned voice wonder words young Zoroaster
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Page 444 - And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: and they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.
Page 128 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Page 113 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance : for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Page 151 - I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps ; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps ; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel : " As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal...
Page 129 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 150 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Page 129 - O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets...
Page 409 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Page 223 - When a righteous man turneth away from his righteousness, and committeth iniquity, and dieth in them; for his iniquity that he hath done shall he die. Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which Is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Page 131 - 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.