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... smile - the hand that had led him on through all their wanderings . Ever and anon he pressed it to his lips , then hugged it to his breast again , murmuring that it was warmer now ; and as he said it he looked in agony to those who ...
... smile - the hand that had led him on through all their wanderings . Ever and anon he pressed it to his lips , then hugged it to his breast again , murmuring that it was warmer now ; and as he said it he looked in agony to those who ...
23 ÆäÀÌÁö
... smile upon her face- such , they said , as they had never seen , and never could forget- and clung with both her arms about his neck . She had never murmured or complained , but with a quiet mind , and manner quite unaltered - save that ...
... smile upon her face- such , they said , as they had never seen , and never could forget- and clung with both her arms about his neck . She had never murmured or complained , but with a quiet mind , and manner quite unaltered - save that ...
32 ÆäÀÌÁö
... smile , eousness . Like Abraham's faith , was counted right- MRS . SIGOURNEY . ONCE in the flight of ages past There lived a man - and who was he ? Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast , That man resembled thee ! Unknown the region of his ...
... smile , eousness . Like Abraham's faith , was counted right- MRS . SIGOURNEY . ONCE in the flight of ages past There lived a man - and who was he ? Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast , That man resembled thee ! Unknown the region of his ...
35 ÆäÀÌÁö
... smile with golden harvests ; those barren mountain slopes are clothed with foliage ; the furnace blazes ; the anvil ... smiles ; Liberty is glad ; Humanity rejoices ; Piety exults , for the voice of industry and gladness is heard on ...
... smile with golden harvests ; those barren mountain slopes are clothed with foliage ; the furnace blazes ; the anvil ... smiles ; Liberty is glad ; Humanity rejoices ; Piety exults , for the voice of industry and gladness is heard on ...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö
... smiles behold- They're round us , as they were of old : We are all here . We are all here ! Father , mother , Sister , brother , You that I love with love so dear . This may not long of us be said ; Soon must we join the gathered dead ...
... smiles behold- They're round us , as they were of old : We are all here . We are all here ! Father , mother , Sister , brother , You that I love with love so dear . This may not long of us be said ; Soon must we join the gathered dead ...
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397 ÆäÀÌÁö - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, '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...
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
317 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
317 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.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
364 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.