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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... Grave , " " The Death of John George Nicolay , " “ Emma Lazarus , " " Sherman , " " At Luther's Grave , " " Napoleon , " " The Comfort of the Trees , " " On the Portrait of Servetus , " " Of Henry George , " " Sir Walter Scott , " By ...
... Grave , " " The Death of John George Nicolay , " “ Emma Lazarus , " " Sherman , " " At Luther's Grave , " " Napoleon , " " The Comfort of the Trees , " " On the Portrait of Servetus , " " Of Henry George , " " Sir Walter Scott , " By ...
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... grave - more oft of late- Stands an old gentleman , with hair like snow . Two graves he stands by , truly ; for the friend Who won her , long has lain beside his wife ; And their old comrade , waiting for the end , Remembers what they ...
... grave - more oft of late- Stands an old gentleman , with hair like snow . Two graves he stands by , truly ; for the friend Who won her , long has lain beside his wife ; And their old comrade , waiting for the end , Remembers what they ...
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... grave where our hero we buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , The sod with our bayonets turning , By the struggling moonbeams ' misty light , And the lantern dimly burning . No useless coffin inclosed his breast , Nor in ...
... grave where our hero we buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , The sod with our bayonets turning , By the struggling moonbeams ' misty light , And the lantern dimly burning . No useless coffin inclosed his breast , Nor in ...
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... . ) Laureate of the Gentle Heart ! Only art like your own art , Limpid , gracious , happy - phrased , Could praise you as you should be praised , Many a lyric you have writ , Grave with pathos EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR . 19.
... . ) Laureate of the Gentle Heart ! Only art like your own art , Limpid , gracious , happy - phrased , Could praise you as you should be praised , Many a lyric you have writ , Grave with pathos EVERY DAY IN THE YEAR . 19.
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... Grave with pathos , gay with wit , Or conceived in larger mood , Shall outlast the clattering brood That usurp our noisy day ; Shall , with all that's noble , stay In our well - loved English tongue Till the ending song is sung ; For no ...
... Grave with pathos , gay with wit , Or conceived in larger mood , Shall outlast the clattering brood That usurp our noisy day ; Shall , with all that's noble , stay In our well - loved English tongue Till the ending song is sung ; For no ...
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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 neath never night o'er peace Philip Freneau praise proud Richard Watson Gilder roar rose round sail shine ship shore shot shout silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound 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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425 psl. - Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity. In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild
437 psl. - Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land— Ring in the Christ that is to be. —Alfred Tennyson.
18 psl. - by the distant random gun, That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone— But we left him alone in his glory. —Charles Wolfe.
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120 psl. - safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won: Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells 1 But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. —Walt Whitman. ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
210 psl. - stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? —Joseph Rodman Drake.
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