Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Volumen40Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 |
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... Dark , In the Mary Newmarch Prescott . 16362 Ernest McGaffey . 16637 · Day After the Betrothal , The Eva L. Ogden Lambert . 16355 Dead Mother , The Robert Buchanan . 16462 Death , An Epicurean Death - Bed , A · Defiance Delay · - Jean ...
... Dark , In the Mary Newmarch Prescott . 16362 Ernest McGaffey . 16637 · Day After the Betrothal , The Eva L. Ogden Lambert . 16355 Dead Mother , The Robert Buchanan . 16462 Death , An Epicurean Death - Bed , A · Defiance Delay · - Jean ...
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... Dark , In the Day After the Betrothal , The John Hartley . 16524 Ernest McGaffey . 16637 Mary Newmarch Prescott . 16362 . Eva L. Ogden Lambert . 16355 Dead Mother , The Robert Buchanan . 16462 Death , An Epicurean Jean Wright . 16473 ...
... Dark , In the Day After the Betrothal , The John Hartley . 16524 Ernest McGaffey . 16637 Mary Newmarch Prescott . 16362 . Eva L. Ogden Lambert . 16355 Dead Mother , The Robert Buchanan . 16462 Death , An Epicurean Jean Wright . 16473 ...
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... Dark , in the Dew - Mary Newmarch Prescott . 16362 In Usum Delphini - George M. Whicher . 16468 Irish Lullaby Alfred Percival Graves . 16336 It's Ain Drop o ' Dew Thomas Aird . 16444 Its Hame , and its Hame - I Wonder Allan Cunningham ...
... Dark , in the Dew - Mary Newmarch Prescott . 16362 In Usum Delphini - George M. Whicher . 16468 Irish Lullaby Alfred Percival Graves . 16336 It's Ain Drop o ' Dew Thomas Aird . 16444 Its Hame , and its Hame - I Wonder Allan Cunningham ...
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... dark battle breakers o'er the green sodded acres Of the plain , And louder , louder , louder , cracked the black gunpowder , Cracking amain ! Now like smiths at their forges Labored red St. George's Cannoneers , >> And the villainous ...
... dark battle breakers o'er the green sodded acres Of the plain , And louder , louder , louder , cracked the black gunpowder , Cracking amain ! Now like smiths at their forges Labored red St. George's Cannoneers , >> And the villainous ...
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... dark evening You saw us walking ? " " Yes . " " Pardon ! forgive ! » . " Oh no , I don't reproach you ! The night , the chance - they tempted you , I know . Pass me the pen and paper - I will begin , then — » My own Antonio ! « ‹ My own ...
... dark evening You saw us walking ? " " Yes . " " Pardon ! forgive ! » . " Oh no , I don't reproach you ! The night , the chance - they tempted you , I know . Pass me the pen and paper - I will begin , then — » My own Antonio ! « ‹ My own ...
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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: Songs, hymns and ... Vista completa - 1902 |
Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED PERCIVAL GRAVES arms Author Unknown beauty Ben Bolt bird blossom blue bonnie brave breast breath bright brow Charles Charles Godfrey Leland cried dark Davy Jones dead dear doth dream earth Eily Considine Emma Lazarus eyes F. W. BOURDILLON face fair fear feet FIONA MACLEOD flowers George Walter Thornbury gleam gold golden grave gray green hair hame hand hath hear heart heaven Hurrah king kiss lady land laugh light lips live Lizette Woodworth Reese look Lord love's lover maiden Maryland merry morning mother ne'er never night o'er pain RICHARD BARNFIELD ROBERT BUCHANAN rose round Says the shan shan van vocht shine shore sing sleep smile song soul star-spangled banner stars strong sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine thou thought to-night toll tree twas voice waves wild wind wings wyll
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Página 16432 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there : Oh, say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Página 16432 - Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave...
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 16568 - No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn shall call to arms. Their shivered swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed; Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed, Are free from anguish now. The neighing troop, the flashing blade, The bugle's stirring blast, The charge, the dreadful cannonade, The din and shout are past: Nor war's wild note, nor glory's...
Página 16589 - When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye ; The gods that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty.
Página 16394 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 16622 - Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Página 16511 - ... reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! — To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!
Página 16412 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
Página 16404 - WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore.