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... o'er the billows , and showed themselves nightly about stores and distilleries , and with unearthly voices screamed in our ears their loud lament ! THE DEALERS AND THEIR TRAFFIC . CHRISTIAN EXAMINER . THE wretches who deal out to these ...
... o'er the billows , and showed themselves nightly about stores and distilleries , and with unearthly voices screamed in our ears their loud lament ! THE DEALERS AND THEIR TRAFFIC . CHRISTIAN EXAMINER . THE wretches who deal out to these ...
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... o'er The still and pulseless world . Hark ! on the winds The bell's deep tones are swelling , - ' tis the knell Of the departed year . No funeral train Is sweeping past ; yet , on the stream and wood , With melancholy light , the moon ...
... o'er The still and pulseless world . Hark ! on the winds The bell's deep tones are swelling , - ' tis the knell Of the departed year . No funeral train Is sweeping past ; yet , on the stream and wood , With melancholy light , the moon ...
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... o'er the dead year , Gone from the Earth for ever . ' Tis a time For memory and for tears . Within the deep , Still ... O'er what has passed to nothingness . The year Has gone , and , with it , many a glorious throng Of happy dreams ...
... o'er the dead year , Gone from the Earth for ever . ' Tis a time For memory and for tears . Within the deep , Still ... O'er what has passed to nothingness . The year Has gone , and , with it , many a glorious throng Of happy dreams ...
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... O'er earth , like troubled visions o'er the breast Of dreaming sorrow , -cities rise and sink Like bubbles on the water , -fiery isles Spring blazing from the ocean , and go back To their mysterious caverns , -mountains rear To heaven ...
... O'er earth , like troubled visions o'er the breast Of dreaming sorrow , -cities rise and sink Like bubbles on the water , -fiery isles Spring blazing from the ocean , and go back To their mysterious caverns , -mountains rear To heaven ...
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... o'er , And the Rebel rides on his raids no more . Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall , for her sake , on Stonewall's bier . Over Barbara Frietchie's grave , Flag of Freedom and Union , wave ! Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy ...
... o'er , And the Rebel rides on his raids no more . Honor to her ! and let a tear Fall , for her sake , on Stonewall's bier . Over Barbara Frietchie's grave , Flag of Freedom and Union , wave ! Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy ...
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263 ÆäÀÌÁö - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
287 ÆäÀÌÁö - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
263 ÆäÀÌÁö - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the raven,
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
246 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nervii. Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through; See what a rent the envious Casca made; Through this the well-beloved Brutus...
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.