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... thing that Weyman has done , and , in the opinion of one , at least , the most fascinating book of the season ... things this author did several years ago . Mr. Weyman , in looking about for an appropriate setting for his romance ...
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... things with a pen , But you sit up in a conning - tower , Bossing eight hundred men . Zogbaum takes care of his business , And I take care of mine , But you take care of ten thousand tons , Sky - hooting through the brine . Zogbaum can ...
... things with a pen , But you sit up in a conning - tower , Bossing eight hundred men . Zogbaum takes care of his business , And I take care of mine , But you take care of ten thousand tons , Sky - hooting through the brine . Zogbaum can ...
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... thing " were unknown influences , to go far to pick a flower from a grave , or look with their own eyes upon historic ... things , per- haps , but seeing all sin- cerely , from a woman's and a mother's point of view . Many people have ...
... thing " were unknown influences , to go far to pick a flower from a grave , or look with their own eyes upon historic ... things , per- haps , but seeing all sin- cerely , from a woman's and a mother's point of view . Many people have ...
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... things which they knew . They have preserved and interpreted fire- side legends , put the stamp of their own . reverence upon every story of heroism , and spread before the world the intricate design of general history , woven out of ...
... things which they knew . They have preserved and interpreted fire- side legends , put the stamp of their own . reverence upon every story of heroism , and spread before the world the intricate design of general history , woven out of ...
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... things than picturesqueness . You must have a contrast , and the Englishman is just another American . " The Young Author thought he had an idea , and exclaimed : " Then why not make the contrast be- tween two Americans , men of ...
... things than picturesqueness . You must have a contrast , and the Englishman is just another American . " The Young Author thought he had an idea , and exclaimed : " Then why not make the contrast be- tween two Americans , men of ...
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222 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
452 ÆäÀÌÁö - I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair. When we come at the end of time, To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on the three old spirits, But call me first through the gate; For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance, And the merry love the fiddle And the merry love to dance: And when the folk there spy me, They will all come up to me, With ' Here is the fiddler of Dooney ! ' And dance like a wave...
452 ÆäÀÌÁö - I WENT out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame, But something rustled on the floor, And...
452 ÆäÀÌÁö - HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet : But I, being poor, have only my dreams ; I have spread my dreams under your feet ; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
222 ÆäÀÌÁö - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - Take up the White Man's burden — Send forth the best ye breed — Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild — Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half devil and half child. Take up the White Man's Burden...
222 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths — for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here, Captain ! dear father ! This arm beneath your head ! It is some dream — that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead.
452 ÆäÀÌÁö - A POET TO HIS BELOVED I BRING you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams; White woman that passion has worn As the tide wears the dove-gray sands, And with heart more old than the horn That is brimmed from the pale fire of time: White woman with numberless dreams I bring you my passionate rhyme.
301 ÆäÀÌÁö - SPRING, with that nameless pathos in the air Which dwells with all things fair, Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain, Is with us once again.
489 ÆäÀÌÁö - EDITION OF THE WORKS OF LORD BYRON. A New Text, collated with the Original MSS. and Revised Proofs, which are still in existence, with many hitherto Unpublished Additions.