Famous Authors and the Best Literature of England and America ...: Together with Choice Selections from Their Writings ...William Wilfred Birdsall, Rufus Matthew Jones |
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... Happy Home , His Method of Composition , 495 495 A School of High Classical Character , 485 Official Service , 486 Successful as a Writer from the First , A List of His Works , · 496 496 His History of the United States , ' 486 Many ...
... Happy Home , His Method of Composition , 495 495 A School of High Classical Character , 485 Official Service , 486 Successful as a Writer from the First , A List of His Works , · 496 496 His History of the United States , ' 486 Many ...
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... happy hands , How the red roses flush up in her cheeks , And the pure snow , with goodly vermeil stain , Like crimson dyed in grain ; That even the angels , which continually About the sacred altar do remain , Forget their service , and ...
... happy hands , How the red roses flush up in her cheeks , And the pure snow , with goodly vermeil stain , Like crimson dyed in grain ; That even the angels , which continually About the sacred altar do remain , Forget their service , and ...
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... happy that shall have them . The last is , for my men ; -they are the poorest , But poverty could never draw them from me ; - That they may have their wages duly paid them , And something over to remember me by ; If heaven had pleased ...
... happy that shall have them . The last is , for my men ; -they are the poorest , But poverty could never draw them from me ; - That they may have their wages duly paid them , And something over to remember me by ; If heaven had pleased ...
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... happy , my good Cromwell . I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities , A still and quiet conscience . The king has cured me , I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoul- ders , These ruin'd ...
... happy , my good Cromwell . I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities , A still and quiet conscience . The king has cured me , I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoul- ders , These ruin'd ...
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... happy one , his wife being utterly incapable of appreciating the lofti- ness and purity of the poet's character . In 1649 he was appointed foreign secre- tary under Cromwell , which office he held until the death of Cromwell , 1658 ...
... happy one , his wife being utterly incapable of appreciating the lofti- ness and purity of the poet's character . In 1649 he was appointed foreign secre- tary under Cromwell , which office he held until the death of Cromwell , 1658 ...
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Page 81 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed can never be supplied.
Page 97 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
Page 78 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 114 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Page 55 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 53 - And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Page 54 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 97 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
Page 303 - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before. On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Page 51 - 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.