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... RIVER . N. A. W. Priest . • 252 PARRHASIUS AND THE CAPTIVE . PAUL REVERE'S RIDE . POLONIUS ' ADVICE TO Laertes . PORTIA'S SPEECH ON MERCY . . PRESS ON . QUEEN CATHERINE TO HENRY VIII . QUEEN MAB . RELIEVING GUARD . N. P. Willis ...
... RIVER . N. A. W. Priest . • 252 PARRHASIUS AND THE CAPTIVE . PAUL REVERE'S RIDE . POLONIUS ' ADVICE TO Laertes . PORTIA'S SPEECH ON MERCY . . PRESS ON . QUEEN CATHERINE TO HENRY VIII . QUEEN MAB . RELIEVING GUARD . N. P. Willis ...
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... river . We must retreat instantly , or be cut off from our boats . I see the head of their column already rising over the height . Our only safety is in the screen of this hedge . Keep close to it ; be silent ; and stoop as you run ...
... river . We must retreat instantly , or be cut off from our boats . I see the head of their column already rising over the height . Our only safety is in the screen of this hedge . Keep close to it ; be silent ; and stoop as you run ...
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... rivers , of lakes , and of the sea itself . These are so happy , that they know not what to do with themselves . Their attitudes , their vivacity , their leaps out of the water , their frolics in it , all conduce to show their excess of ...
... rivers , of lakes , and of the sea itself . These are so happy , that they know not what to do with themselves . Their attitudes , their vivacity , their leaps out of the water , their frolics in it , all conduce to show their excess of ...
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... river ; For men may come and men may go , But I go on forever . Hear the sledges with the bells , Silver bells , - TENNYSON . What a world of merriment their melody foretells , How they tinkle , tinkle , tinkle In the icy air of night ...
... river ; For men may come and men may go , But I go on forever . Hear the sledges with the bells , Silver bells , - TENNYSON . What a world of merriment their melody foretells , How they tinkle , tinkle , tinkle In the icy air of night ...
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... cloud - born shadows Glide from tree to mountain crest , Softly creeping , aye and ever , To the river's yielding breast . Ha ! above the foliage yonder Something flutters wild and 14 ADVANCED READINGS AND RECITATIONS .
... cloud - born shadows Glide from tree to mountain crest , Softly creeping , aye and ever , To the river's yielding breast . Ha ! above the foliage yonder Something flutters wild and 14 ADVANCED READINGS AND RECITATIONS .
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44 ÆäÀÌÁö - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
xiii ÆäÀÌÁö - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - And gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart, Go...
ii ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
xxxviii ÆäÀÌÁö - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
243 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
xxiv ÆäÀÌÁö - Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from...
380 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
327 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,
xix ÆäÀÌÁö - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...