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The Russian Guardsman: A Tale of the Seas and Shores of the East
Benjamin Perley Poore
Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016
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Pagina 103 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Pagina 162 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pagina 139 - Eternal HOPE ! when yonder spheres sublime Pealed their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have decayed ; When...
Pagina 150 - The sword that we've drawn we will sheathe not ! Its scabbard is left where our martyrs are laid, And the vengeance of ages has whetted its blade. Earth may hide — waves...
Pagina 227 - O come, let us sing unto the Lord ; let us heartily rejoice in the strength of our salvation.
Pagina 172 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake ! (not Greece — she is awake !) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home ! Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood ! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be.
Pagina 91 - As thistles wear the softest down, To hide their prickles till they're grown ; And then declare themselves and tear Whatever ventures to come near : So a smooth knave does greater feats Than one, that idly rails and threats, And all the mischief, that he meant, Does like a rattle-snake prevent.
Pagina 197 - Sweet is the image of the brooding dove ! — Holy as Heaven a mother's tender love ! The love of many prayers and many tears, Which changes not with dim declining years...
Pagina 172 - Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Pagina 156 - ... fell asleep in the shade. In the course of a few hours they rose refreshed, and began to slay indiscriminately all who came in their way. It was vain to implore mercy ; the young and gay Sciotes, but a few days before the pride of the islands, found their loveliness no shield then, but fell stabbed before their mothers' eyes, or, flying into the gardens, were caught by their long and braided tresses, and quickly dispatched.