The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 páginas |
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... never too late to enjoy the wonderful things that God gives us . There is so much to live for and it is waiting for ... NEVER TOO LATE TO WAKE UP 11 It is never too late to wake up . . .
... never too late to enjoy the wonderful things that God gives us . There is so much to live for and it is waiting for ... NEVER TOO LATE TO WAKE UP 11 It is never too late to wake up . . .
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... never seen Mr. Lund un- der the influence of liquor or heard him swear or abuse the plaintiff or the children ( 75 ) . Albert H. Brayton , another neighbor , testified that he had never seen de- fendant intoxicated but that he had at ...
... never seen Mr. Lund un- der the influence of liquor or heard him swear or abuse the plaintiff or the children ( 75 ) . Albert H. Brayton , another neighbor , testified that he had never seen de- fendant intoxicated but that he had at ...
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... never be to pay someone else to lift the bags for him. As much as Jake despised lazy men, he looked down equally upon men who busied themselves on meaningless phone calls on crowded sidewalks or in public places. He never discussed his ...
... never be to pay someone else to lift the bags for him. As much as Jake despised lazy men, he looked down equally upon men who busied themselves on meaningless phone calls on crowded sidewalks or in public places. He never discussed his ...
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... never heal... There is a general eternal rule: Human beings are never satisfied. No matter what you may do to them, even if you worked day and night to comfort them, you never know and you will never know how to satisfy them. If you ...
... never heal... There is a general eternal rule: Human beings are never satisfied. No matter what you may do to them, even if you worked day and night to comfort them, you never know and you will never know how to satisfy them. If you ...
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... Never Knew La abuela que nunca conociste Grandmothers have a very special role in the lives of their grandchildren . In The Grandma You Never Ene , Carolee Aker's poetic verse capture the universality of a grandmother's love Dario ...
... Never Knew La abuela que nunca conociste Grandmothers have a very special role in the lives of their grandchildren . In The Grandma You Never Ene , Carolee Aker's poetic verse capture the universality of a grandmother's love Dario ...
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Página 115 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Página 129 - But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Página 84 - And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill, changeless brow...
Página 208 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Página 126 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Página 228 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Página 231 - ... when she fears For him the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears; And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's: One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Página 127 - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Página 127 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Página 156 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired.