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... Bells , The ,. Baron's Last Banquet , The , Beautiful Snow , . JOHN G. WHITTIER , • EDGAR A. POE , ALBERT G. GREENE , . JOHN W. WATSON , Bright Side , The , Bingen on the Rhine ,. Burial of Moses , The ,. Bridge of Sighs , . Battle of ...
... Bells , The ,. Baron's Last Banquet , The , Beautiful Snow , . JOHN G. WHITTIER , • EDGAR A. POE , ALBERT G. GREENE , . JOHN W. WATSON , Bright Side , The , Bingen on the Rhine ,. Burial of Moses , The ,. Bridge of Sighs , . Battle of ...
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... bell's deep tones are swelling , — ' tis the knell Of the departed year . No funeral train Is sweeping past ; yet , on the stream and wood , With melancholy light , the moon - beams rest Like a pale , spotless shroud ; the air is ...
... bell's deep tones are swelling , — ' tis the knell Of the departed year . No funeral train Is sweeping past ; yet , on the stream and wood , With melancholy light , the moon - beams rest Like a pale , spotless shroud ; the air is ...
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... bells , to the wild sky , The flying cloud , the frosty light ; The year is dying in the night ; Ring out , wild bells , and let him die . Ring out the old , ring in the new , Ring , happy bells , across the snow : The year is going ...
... bells , to the wild sky , The flying cloud , the frosty light ; The year is dying in the night ; Ring out , wild bells , and let him die . Ring out the old , ring in the new , Ring , happy bells , across the snow : The year is going ...
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... bless , rer reclaimed , the fatherless , ystand around my grave ,ノ oor prisoner , and the poorest slave , 1 breathe an humble prayer , nay die like him whose bones are mouldering there . THE BELLS . - POE . HEAR the sledges with.
... bless , rer reclaimed , the fatherless , ystand around my grave ,ノ oor prisoner , and the poorest slave , 1 breathe an humble prayer , nay die like him whose bones are mouldering there . THE BELLS . - POE . HEAR the sledges with.
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... bells- Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle , tinkle , tinkle , In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens , seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight ...
... bells- Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle , tinkle , tinkle , In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens , seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight ...
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AMERICAN POPULAR SPEAKER arms beauty behold bells bill of rights bless blood brave breath Brutus Cæsar calamus root Capt Catiline Christian constitution crime dare dark dead death Demosthenes dread earth eloquence Elsie eternal father fear feel freedom genius give glorious glory glow grave Greece hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre holy honor hope human immortal judge justice land laws of Kepler liberty light live look lord mighty mind morning mother nation never Nevermore night noble noble energies o'er Old F oppressed patriot pray proud Quoth the Raven Rome Senate sentiment Shamus Shylock smile soul speak spirit splender Squire stand stars sword tears tell thee things thou thought thousand tion toil truth virtue word young
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Page 263 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 287 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 263 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 245 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the raven,
Page 262 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 179 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Page 246 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Page 182 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Page 183 - Nervii. Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through; See what a rent the envious Casca made; Through this the well-beloved Brutus...
Page 76 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.