A Treasure Chest of MemoriesGrosset and Dunlap, 1911 - Počet stran: 447 |
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Strana 28
... knew Someone had blundered ; Theirs not to make reply , Theirs not to reason why , Theirs but to do and die ; Into the Valley of Death Rode the six hundred . Cannon to right of them , Cannon to left of them , Cannon in front of them ...
... knew Someone had blundered ; Theirs not to make reply , Theirs not to reason why , Theirs but to do and die ; Into the Valley of Death Rode the six hundred . Cannon to right of them , Cannon to left of them , Cannon in front of them ...
Strana 40
... knew it must be you . I have never forgotten your features . Come , I can now afford that bottle of wine . " As we discussed the nice lunch he ordered spread for us , Mr. Fulton ran rapidly and vividly over his experiences of the past ...
... knew it must be you . I have never forgotten your features . Come , I can now afford that bottle of wine . " As we discussed the nice lunch he ordered spread for us , Mr. Fulton ran rapidly and vividly over his experiences of the past ...
Strana 44
... knew the old no more . Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee . Child of the wandering sea , Cast from her lap , forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn ! While on mine ear ...
... knew the old no more . Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee . Child of the wandering sea , Cast from her lap , forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn ! While on mine ear ...
Strana 53
... knew she understood With what a daring wish I trembled . A cloud passed kindly overhead , The moon was slying peeping through it , Yet hid its face , as if it said , " Come , now or never , do it , do it ! " My lips till then had only ...
... knew she understood With what a daring wish I trembled . A cloud passed kindly overhead , The moon was slying peeping through it , Yet hid its face , as if it said , " Come , now or never , do it , do it ! " My lips till then had only ...
Strana 76
... knew , The wide - spreading pond and the mill that stood by it , The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell ; The cot of my father , the dairy house nigh it , And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well . That moss - covered ...
... knew , The wide - spreading pond and the mill that stood by it , The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell ; The cot of my father , the dairy house nigh it , And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well . That moss - covered ...
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A Treasure Chest of Memories (Classic Reprint) Joe Mitchell Chapple Náhled není k dispozici. - 2017 |
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Strana 18 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Strana 103 - Whither, midst falling dew. While glow the heavens with the last steps of day. Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Strana 302 - HEAR the sledges with the bells— Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Strana 22 - Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Strana 175 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Strana 7 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard. All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard; For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. "Amen.
Strana 351 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and 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, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Strana 288 - 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.
Strana 323 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Strana 291 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...