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... Grave of .. 122 Well of St. Keyne 123 Marcellus to the Mob 71 Wolsey and Cromwell 80 SECTION III . - RELIGION , PRACTICAL MORALITY , AND HUMAN PROGRESS . PAGE Above and Below 201 Children ... PAGE 198 Angels of the Lyre , the Seven ...
... Grave of .. 122 Well of St. Keyne 123 Marcellus to the Mob 71 Wolsey and Cromwell 80 SECTION III . - RELIGION , PRACTICAL MORALITY , AND HUMAN PROGRESS . PAGE Above and Below 201 Children ... PAGE 198 Angels of the Lyre , the Seven ...
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... graves . Vainly that ray of brightness from above , That shone around the Galilean lake , - The light of hope , the leading star of love , - Struggled , the darkness of that day to break ; Even its own faithless guardians strove to ...
... graves . Vainly that ray of brightness from above , That shone around the Galilean lake , - The light of hope , the leading star of love , - Struggled , the darkness of that day to break ; Even its own faithless guardians strove to ...
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... laves The high and rugged coral coast ; The sea - bird screams along the waves , And smells afar the timeless graves Of Egypt's once proud host . But Israel's hymn is pealing far To God , that HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 5 10.
... laves The high and rugged coral coast ; The sea - bird screams along the waves , And smells afar the timeless graves Of Egypt's once proud host . But Israel's hymn is pealing far To God , that HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 5 10.
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... grave ; and as the folds Sunk to the still proportions , they betray'd The matchless symmetry of Absalom : The soldiers of the King trod to and fro , Clad in the garb of battle , and their Chief , The mighty Joab , stood beside his bier ...
... grave ; and as the folds Sunk to the still proportions , they betray'd The matchless symmetry of Absalom : The soldiers of the King trod to and fro , Clad in the garb of battle , and their Chief , The mighty Joab , stood beside his bier ...
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... grave ; I see her halls brightly at midnight shine , I hear the music of her banquetings . Again I look and lo ! before the walls Unnumber'd hosts in flaming panoply ; Chariots like fire , -horsemen with flashing arms ! I hear the ...
... grave ; I see her halls brightly at midnight shine , I hear the music of her banquetings . Again I look and lo ! before the walls Unnumber'd hosts in flaming panoply ; Chariots like fire , -horsemen with flashing arms ! I hear the ...
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Page 166 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the...
Page 49 - 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.
Page 155 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 156 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 205 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page 158 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 44 - Cameron's gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard,— and heard, too, have her Saxon foes; How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 147 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Page 57 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 44 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...