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... passing away for ever . Such notably , also , are the " dialectic " poems and stories of Bret Harte , Mark Twain and ... passed by when authors , with honeyed phrase and fluttering hope , dedicated their works to some exalted friend or ...
... passing away for ever . Such notably , also , are the " dialectic " poems and stories of Bret Harte , Mark Twain and ... passed by when authors , with honeyed phrase and fluttering hope , dedicated their works to some exalted friend or ...
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... passed through the churchyard I plucked a branch from one of the yew trees , the only relic that I have brought from Stratford . I had now visited the usual objects of a pilgrim's devotion , but I had a desire to see the old family seat ...
... passed through the churchyard I plucked a branch from one of the yew trees , the only relic that I have brought from Stratford . I had now visited the usual objects of a pilgrim's devotion , but I had a desire to see the old family seat ...
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... passed the night . It is still standing , and goes by the name of Shakespeare's Tree . In the morning his companions awakened the bard , and proposed returning to Bedford , but he declined , saying he had had enough , having drank with ...
... passed the night . It is still standing , and goes by the name of Shakespeare's Tree . In the morning his companions awakened the bard , and proposed returning to Bedford , but he declined , saying he had had enough , having drank with ...
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... passed , being no longer harried by the moss - troopers of Strat- ford . The only signs of domestic life that I met with was a white cat stealing with wary look and stealthy pace toward the stables , as if on some nefarious expedition ...
... passed , being no longer harried by the moss - troopers of Strat- ford . The only signs of domestic life that I met with was a white cat stealing with wary look and stealthy pace toward the stables , as if on some nefarious expedition ...
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... passed on every day of public wor- ship ; the freemen to every town - meeting ; and lately the patriot members of the pro- vincial Congress twice a day to their little senate - house . Near that spot Winthrop , the father of ...
... passed on every day of public wor- ship ; the freemen to every town - meeting ; and lately the patriot members of the pro- vincial Congress twice a day to their little senate - house . Near that spot Winthrop , the father of ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Antwerp arms beautiful blessed born bosom brave breast breath bridge called cold cried dark dead dear death Devadatta door dream earth Evandale eyes face fair fancy father fear feet fell fire Gardes Françaises gaze grave hair hand happy hath head heard heart heaven Heidegger HENRY COPPÉE HENRY KIRKE WHITE honor hope horse hour JAMES MACPHERSON Jean Valjean John Adams king kiss lady land laugh light lips live look Lord Marcus Cato Medbourne morning mother never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH passed Pawnees poem poor popinjay rose round Sainte Aldegonde Sakya seemed side sleep smile soon soul spirit stood story stream sweet tears tell Teton thee thine things thou thought tion Tom Moody trees turned voice watched wife wild Yasodhara young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 172 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist. And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist, — A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles rain.
Seite 13 - Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs, On chalked flowers that lies. And winking mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty bin, My lady sweet arise!
Seite 217 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Seite 216 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Seite 127 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Seite 344 - Such a spirit is Liberty. At times she takes the form of a hateful reptile. She grovels, she hisses, she stings. But woe to those who in disgust shall venture to crush her! And happy are those who, having dared to receive her in her degraded and frightful shape, shall at length be rewarded by her in the time of her beauty and her glory!
Seite 291 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
Seite 216 - Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Seite 399 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Seite 215 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new ; That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...