The Advanced ReaderT. Nelson and Sons, 1866 - 400 psl. |
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... glory ; Thou shalt wear a golden crown ; Thou shalt sing redemption's story , With the saints around the throne . Thou wilt see that better country , Where a tear - drop never fell , - Where a foe made never entry , And a friend ne'er ...
... glory ; Thou shalt wear a golden crown ; Thou shalt sing redemption's story , With the saints around the throne . Thou wilt see that better country , Where a tear - drop never fell , - Where a foe made never entry , And a friend ne'er ...
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... glory threw , Have left , in yonder silent sky , No vestige where they flew ! The annals of the human race , Their ruins since the world began , Of him afford no other trace Than this - THERE LIVED A MAN . MONTGOMERY . 32 THE COMMON LOT .
... glory threw , Have left , in yonder silent sky , No vestige where they flew ! The annals of the human race , Their ruins since the world began , Of him afford no other trace Than this - THERE LIVED A MAN . MONTGOMERY . 32 THE COMMON LOT .
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... glory of God part of the fifteenth psalm ; " and he read , with a tremulous and broken voice , those beautiful verses- " Within thy tabernacle , Lord , Who shall abide with thee ? And in thy high and holy hill Who shall a dweller be ...
... glory of God part of the fifteenth psalm ; " and he read , with a tremulous and broken voice , those beautiful verses- " Within thy tabernacle , Lord , Who shall abide with thee ? And in thy high and holy hill Who shall a dweller be ...
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... glory born ! the heart - blood of a queen- Alas , the change ! she placed her foot The noblest of the Stuart race - the fairest upon a triple throne , earth hath seen- And on the scaffold now she stands - be- Lapped by a dog ! Go ...
... glory born ! the heart - blood of a queen- Alas , the change ! she placed her foot The noblest of the Stuart race - the fairest upon a triple throne , earth hath seen- And on the scaffold now she stands - be- Lapped by a dog ! Go ...
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... glory which ex- celleth in the eye of man . We realize this fully only when we gaze into the faces of those we love . It is their eyes we look at when we are near them , and recall when we are far away . The face is a blank without the ...
... glory which ex- celleth in the eye of man . We realize this fully only when we gaze into the faces of those we love . It is their eyes we look at when we are near them , and recall when we are far away . The face is a blank without the ...
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Populiarios ištraukos
47 psl. - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
328 psl. - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger...
48 psl. - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
317 psl. - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
121 psl. - 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.
48 psl. - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
240 psl. - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
95 psl. - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
121 psl. - Nature's soft nurse, how have I flighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
399 psl. - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.