Every Day in the Year: A Poetical Epitome of the World's HistoryJames Lauren Ford, Mary K. Ford Dodd, Mead, 1902 - 443 psl. |
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... wild tor- rent rushed , And victory , at first , the Rebels flushed . The " right wing " gone , and troops in panic , lo ! The battle seemed already lost . But , No. Brave Rosecrans cried out- " Now stop retreat ! We'll turn to victory ...
... wild tor- rent rushed , And victory , at first , the Rebels flushed . The " right wing " gone , and troops in panic , lo ! The battle seemed already lost . But , No. Brave Rosecrans cried out- " Now stop retreat ! We'll turn to victory ...
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... wild Outvalued every pulsing sound Within the air's cerulean round , - The hyacinthine boy , for whom Morn well might break and April bloom , - The gracious boy , who did adorn The world whereinto he was born , And by his countenance ...
... wild Outvalued every pulsing sound Within the air's cerulean round , - The hyacinthine boy , for whom Morn well might break and April bloom , - The gracious boy , who did adorn The world whereinto he was born , And by his countenance ...
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... wild , My heart is heavy for thee ! 1744 . Beautiful face of a youth , As an eagle poised to fly forth To the old land loyal of truth , To the hills and the sounds of the North : Fair face , daring and proud , Lo ! the shadow of doom ...
... wild , My heart is heavy for thee ! 1744 . Beautiful face of a youth , As an eagle poised to fly forth To the old land loyal of truth , To the hills and the sounds of the North : Fair face , daring and proud , Lo ! the shadow of doom ...
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... wild or desert- gloom , In its mere joy and pain , its blight and bloom , Adventurous . hold , Come with me and be- A friend with heart as gentle for dis- tress , As resolute with fine wise thoughts to bind The happiest to the ...
... wild or desert- gloom , In its mere joy and pain , its blight and bloom , Adventurous . hold , Come with me and be- A friend with heart as gentle for dis- tress , As resolute with fine wise thoughts to bind The happiest to the ...
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... spectral ruins there : But the sight of these was nothing More than wrings the wild dove's breast , When she searches for her offspring Round the relics of her nest . For in many a spot the tartan Peered above the EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR .
... spectral ruins there : But the sight of these was nothing More than wrings the wild dove's breast , When she searches for her offspring Round the relics of her nest . For in many a spot the tartan Peered above the EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR .
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Every Day in the Year– A Poetical Epitome of the World's History James Lauren Ford,Mary K. Ford Visos knygos peržiūra - 1902 |
Every Day in the Year– A Poetical Epitome of the World's History James Lauren Ford,Mary K. Ford Visos knygos peržiūra - 1902 |
Every Day in the Year– A Poetical Epitome of the World's History James Lauren Ford,Mary K Ford Peržiūra negalima - 2023 |
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Alfred Tennyson banner battle beneath blood bold born brave breast breath bright brow Cæsar cannon cheer crown dare dark dead dear death deeds deep died dream drum earth Edmund Gosse England English eyes face fame fear Felicia Hemans fell fierce fight fire flag flame flowers fought Francis Saltus Saltus gallant glory grave guns hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hero honor John Boyle O'Reilly King land light lips living Lord Lord Byron March morning mourn never night o'er peace Philip Freneau praise proud Richard Watson Gilder roar rose round sail shine ship shore shot shout silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Spain spirit stars stood Swat sweet sword tears thee thine thou throne thunder Twas victory voice Wallace Rice wave weep wild William Makepeace Thackeray William Wordsworth
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122 psl. - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
18 psl. - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
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327 psl. - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
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342 psl. - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
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