The Warner Library, Volumen27Charles Dudley Warner, John William Cunliffe, Ashley Horace Thorndike, Harry Morgan Ayres, Helen Rex Keller, Gerhard Richard Lomer Warner Library Company, 1917 |
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... hands , his unkempt bristling hair , His garb uncouth , his bearing ill at ease , His lack of all we prize as debonair ... hand , - As one who knows , where there's a task to do , Man's honest will must Heaven's good grace command ; Who ...
... hands , his unkempt bristling hair , His garb uncouth , his bearing ill at ease , His lack of all we prize as debonair ... hand , - As one who knows , where there's a task to do , Man's honest will must Heaven's good grace command ; Who ...
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... hand , between the goal and him , Reached from behind his back , a trigger prest , And those perplexed and patient ... hand , whereof men doubt If more of horror or disgrace they bore ! But thy foul crime , like Cain's , stands darkly ...
... hand , between the goal and him , Reached from behind his back , a trigger prest , And those perplexed and patient ... hand , whereof men doubt If more of horror or disgrace they bore ! But thy foul crime , like Cain's , stands darkly ...
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... hand her waist can span . Eyes of light — Stars , though bright , Match those eyes you never can . Hebe blest Once the best Food of gods before her placed : When I sip Her red lip , I can still the nectar taste . KING HENRY IV . OF ...
... hand her waist can span . Eyes of light — Stars , though bright , Match those eyes you never can . Hebe blest Once the best Food of gods before her placed : When I sip Her red lip , I can still the nectar taste . KING HENRY IV . OF ...
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... hand that held the key Of the treasure of your years , Of the fountain of your tears . For you knew not it was I , And I knew not it was you . We have learnt , as days went by : But a flower struck root and grew Underground , and no one ...
... hand that held the key Of the treasure of your years , Of the fountain of your tears . For you knew not it was I , And I knew not it was you . We have learnt , as days went by : But a flower struck root and grew Underground , and no one ...
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... hand , And your breath , warm on my cheek ; And I still keep listenin ' for the words You nevermore will speak . ' Tis but a step down yonder lane , And the little church stands near , - The church where we were wed , Mary ; I see the ...
... hand , And your breath , warm on my cheek ; And I still keep listenin ' for the words You nevermore will speak . ' Tis but a step down yonder lane , And the little church stands near , - The church where we were wed , Mary ; I see the ...
Términos y frases comunes
Author Unknown beauty Ben Bolt beneath Binnorie bird blow blue bonny brave breast breath bright brow Charles Godfrey Leland cried dark dead dear death deep doth dream Dublin University Magazine earth EMMA LAZARUS eyes F. W. Bourdillon face fair fear feet flowers George Walter Thornbury gleam Glenlogie gold golden grave gray green hair hame hand hast hath hear heart heaven king kiss land laugh light lips live Lizette Woodworth Reese look Lord Louise Chandler Moulton love's Margaret Deland merry morning mother ne'er never night o'er pain PAULINE JOHNSON pray rest Robert Buchanan rose round shining shore sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell thee There's thine things thou thought Translation in Dublin tree twas voice waves weary wild William wind wings wonder
Pasajes populares
Página 16432 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more ? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps...
Página 16406 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home!
Página 16586 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 16856 - Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run, Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Página 16510 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Página 16871 - To you in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign. 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Página 16431 - Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Página 16839 - A million torches lighted by thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power, accomplish thy command. All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss, What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.
Página 16413 - WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Página 17024 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.