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... sorrow was ended , when suddenly there burst through the arches a cry so piercing and shrill that it seemed not the voice of song , but the language of a wounded and dying heart in its last agonizing 3 * RHETORICAL . 57 57.
... sorrow was ended , when suddenly there burst through the arches a cry so piercing and shrill that it seemed not the voice of song , but the language of a wounded and dying heart in its last agonizing 3 * RHETORICAL . 57 57.
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... sorrow and guilt could not sever , - Hearts which are parted and broken for ever ? Or deems that he watches , afloat on the wave , The death - bed of hope , or the young spirit's grave ? 6. " Tis thus with our life , while it passes ...
... sorrow and guilt could not sever , - Hearts which are parted and broken for ever ? Or deems that he watches , afloat on the wave , The death - bed of hope , or the young spirit's grave ? 6. " Tis thus with our life , while it passes ...
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... sorrows of the broken - hearted . It has sounded every strain that can move the human heart to greatness or to love . Whatever vices may stain her people , they are free from the crime of voluntary servitude . The Irishman is the man ...
... sorrows of the broken - hearted . It has sounded every strain that can move the human heart to greatness or to love . Whatever vices may stain her people , they are free from the crime of voluntary servitude . The Irishman is the man ...
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... sorrows of life the soul o'ercast , And sick of the present I cling to the past , When the eye is suffused with regretful tears , From the fond recollections of former years , And shadows of things that have long since fled Flit 90 THE ...
... sorrows of life the soul o'ercast , And sick of the present I cling to the past , When the eye is suffused with regretful tears , From the fond recollections of former years , And shadows of things that have long since fled Flit 90 THE ...
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... ! This stream flows gently over the meadow , but its murmur is not that which my childhood heard . To me it recalls no re- membrances . The exile is everywhere alone ! 4. These songs are sweet ; but the sorrows and RHETORICAL . 109.
... ! This stream flows gently over the meadow , but its murmur is not that which my childhood heard . To me it recalls no re- membrances . The exile is everywhere alone ! 4. These songs are sweet ; but the sorrows and RHETORICAL . 109.
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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...
Page 530 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake ; 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their...
Page 400 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 507 - Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Page 526 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
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.
Page 226 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it— ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits,— Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive,— Snuffy old drone from the German hive!