Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-Z
Charles Dudley Warner
Visos knygos peržiūra - 1896
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6868 psl. - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
7232 psl. - THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND T HE breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
7243 psl. - Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable ; but it has been all in vain.
7244 psl. - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me give me liberty, or give me death!
7157 psl. - RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
6863 psl. - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
6996 psl. - That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar Which the same I am free to maintain.
7233 psl. - Death! We know when moons shall wane, When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain, But who shall teach us when to look for thee?
7156 psl. - Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty! God in three persons, blessed Trinity.
7231 psl. - THE stately homes of England! How beautiful they stand Amidst their tall ancestral trees. O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.