Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner R.S. Peale and J.A. Hill, 1897 |
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... bird's note . How have you heart for any tune , You with the wayworn russet shoon ? Your scrip , a - swinging by your side , Gapes with a gaunt mouth hungry - wide . I'll brim it well with pieces red , If you will tell the way to tread ...
... bird's note . How have you heart for any tune , You with the wayworn russet shoon ? Your scrip , a - swinging by your side , Gapes with a gaunt mouth hungry - wide . I'll brim it well with pieces red , If you will tell the way to tread ...
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... here's my home . " Reluctant on its rusty hinge * Revolved an iron door , And by the pale moon's setting beam Were seen a church and tower . With many a shriek and cry whiz round The birds GOTTFRIED AUGUST BÜRGER 2775.
... here's my home . " Reluctant on its rusty hinge * Revolved an iron door , And by the pale moon's setting beam Were seen a church and tower . With many a shriek and cry whiz round The birds GOTTFRIED AUGUST BÜRGER 2775.
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Charles Dudley Warner. With many a shriek and cry whiz round The birds of midnight , scared ; And rustling like autumnal leaves Unhallowed ghosts were heard . O'er many a tomb and tombstone pale He spurred the fiery horse , Till sudden ...
Charles Dudley Warner. With many a shriek and cry whiz round The birds of midnight , scared ; And rustling like autumnal leaves Unhallowed ghosts were heard . O'er many a tomb and tombstone pale He spurred the fiery horse , Till sudden ...
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... birds , And I sae weary fu ' o ' care ? Thou'll break my heart , thou warbling bird , That wantons through the ... bird sang o ' its luve , And fondly sae did I o ' mine . Wi ' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose , Fu ' sweet upon its ...
... birds , And I sae weary fu ' o ' care ? Thou'll break my heart , thou warbling bird , That wantons through the ... bird sang o ' its luve , And fondly sae did I o ' mine . Wi ' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose , Fu ' sweet upon its ...
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... . ” Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon , To see the rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o ' his luve . And fondly sae did I o ' mine . Etching from a Photograph . JOHN BURROUGHS ( 1837- ) OHN BURROUGHS was born in.
... . ” Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon , To see the rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o ' his luve . And fondly sae did I o ' mine . Etching from a Photograph . JOHN BURROUGHS ( 1837- ) OHN BURROUGHS was born in.
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Términos y frases comunes
Apollyon Arcady Ariovistus beauty bird Bürger Burke Byron Cæsar Calderon called Callimachus child Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Christian Clotaldo Colossus Constitution cried daughter death dream earth enemy English eyes Fanny Burney father fear feeling Fernan Caballero fire Gaul genius hand hast hath head heard heart heaven Henry Cuyler Bunner honor hope hour Hudibras Hyder Ali Jean Ingelow Jools Jules Julius Cæsar Justina King lady literary literature living look Lord Lord Macartney mind mother mountains nature never night o'er passed person petition Pilgrim's Progress play poet political Posson Jone Robert Burns Roman Samian wine scenes Senator Sequani slaves sleep smile song soul Spanish spirit St.-Ange stand stood story Streatham sweet tell thee thine things thou thought tion truth voice wild words write young
Pasajes populares
Página 2951 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
Página 2946 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Página 2847 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 2856 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Página 2931 - Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
Página 2846 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Página 2855 - Low i' the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starred! Unskillful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Página 2854 - Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' speckled breast, When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 2848 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ; " And certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined.
Página 2969 - His steps are not upon thy paths- — thy fields Are not a spoil for him — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies. And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay. And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay.