A Library of American Literature from the Earliest Settlement to the Present Time: Literature of the republic. pt. 3. 1835-1860Edmund Clarence Stedman C. L. Webster, 1888 - American literature |
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... o'er the senses stole , Through those rare cadences , with winsome spell ; Yet , even in such refrainings of thy voice , There struggled up a wailing undertone , That spoke thee victim of the Sisters ' choice , — Charming all others ...
... o'er the senses stole , Through those rare cadences , with winsome spell ; Yet , even in such refrainings of thy voice , There struggled up a wailing undertone , That spoke thee victim of the Sisters ' choice , — Charming all others ...
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... o'er your heads . They stretch out their shadowy arms and shriek for vengeance . They shall have it ! The warwhoop shall fright ye from your dreams at night . The red hatchet shall gleam in the horrid glare of your burning dwellings ...
... o'er your heads . They stretch out their shadowy arms and shriek for vengeance . They shall have it ! The warwhoop shall fright ye from your dreams at night . The red hatchet shall gleam in the horrid glare of your burning dwellings ...
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... o'er land and sea— And wouldst thou hew it down ? Woodman , forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth - bound ties ; Oh , spare that aged oak Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy , I sought its grateful shade ; In all their ...
... o'er land and sea— And wouldst thou hew it down ? Woodman , forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth - bound ties ; Oh , spare that aged oak Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy , I sought its grateful shade ; In all their ...
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... o'er , That I shall mount my noble steed and lead my band no more ; They come , and to my beard they dare tell me now , that I , Their own liege lord and master born , that I , ha ! ha ! must die . And what is death ? I've dared him oft ...
... o'er , That I shall mount my noble steed and lead my band no more ; They come , and to my beard they dare tell me now , that I , Their own liege lord and master born , that I , ha ! ha ! must die . And what is death ? I've dared him oft ...
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... o'er the proud old Gothic hall . Fast hurrying through the outer gate the mailed retainers poured , On through the portal's frowning arch , and thronged around the board . While at its head , within his dark , carved oaken chair of ...
... o'er the proud old Gothic hall . Fast hurrying through the outer gate the mailed retainers poured , On through the portal's frowning arch , and thronged around the board . While at its head , within his dark , carved oaken chair of ...
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