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... Monk Felix ...... 14. Description of the Ruins at Balbec ... 15. The Convict Ship .... 16. Mountains .... 17. Ireland and the Irish .. 18. The Duellist's Honor .. PAGE ..Longfellow 76 ..Lamartine 80 T. K. Hervey 83 William Howitt 84 .C ...
... Monk Felix ...... 14. Description of the Ruins at Balbec ... 15. The Convict Ship .... 16. Mountains .... 17. Ireland and the Irish .. 18. The Duellist's Honor .. PAGE ..Longfellow 76 ..Lamartine 80 T. K. Hervey 83 William Howitt 84 .C ...
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... MONK FELIX . [ In this poem , Longfellow has given in sweet rhythm one of the touching cld legends of the Middle Ages . ] NE morning all alone , Otoring Out of his convent of gray stone , Into the forest older , darker , grayer , His ...
... MONK FELIX . [ In this poem , Longfellow has given in sweet rhythm one of the touching cld legends of the Middle Ages . ] NE morning all alone , Otoring Out of his convent of gray stone , Into the forest older , darker , grayer , His ...
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... Monk Felix . All about The broad , sweet sunshine lay without , Filling the summer air ; And within the woodlands as he trod , The twilight was like the truce of God With worldly woe and care . 2. Under him lay the golden moss ; And ...
... Monk Felix . All about The broad , sweet sunshine lay without , Filling the summer air ; And within the woodlands as he trod , The twilight was like the truce of God With worldly woe and care . 2. Under him lay the golden moss ; And ...
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... Monk Felix closed his book , And long , long , With rapturous look , He listened to the song , And hardly breathed or stirred , Until he saw , as in a vision , The land of Elysian , And in the heavenly city heard Angelic feet Fall on ...
... Monk Felix closed his book , And long , long , With rapturous look , He listened to the song , And hardly breathed or stirred , Until he saw , as in a vision , The land of Elysian , And in the heavenly city heard Angelic feet Fall on ...
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... monk who spoke , From a bench of oak Fastened against the wall ; He was the oldest monk of all . For a whole century Had he been there , Serving God in prayer , The meekest and humblest of his creatures . He remembered well the features ...
... monk who spoke , From a bench of oak Fastened against the wall ; He was the oldest monk of all . For a whole century Had he been there , Serving God in prayer , The meekest and humblest of his creatures . He remembered well the features ...
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Page 329 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 354 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Page 375 - Liberty first and Union afterward," but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart — "Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable.
Page 270 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
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Page 356 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.
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