The Warner Library, Volume 24

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Charles Dudley Warner, John William Cunliffe, Ashley Horace Thorndike, Harry Morgan Ayres, Helen Rex Keller, Gerhard Richard Lomer
Warner Library Company, 1917

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Pagina 14598 - Dost thou love me, cousin?" weeping, "I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands:) Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords
Pagina 14603 - oh! for the touch of a vanished hand. And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Pagina 14589 - The helmet and the helmet feather Burned like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot: As often through the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright. Some bearded meteor, trailing light. Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed; On burnished hooves his war-horse
Pagina 14613 - dismayed ? Not though the soldier knew Some one 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
Pagina 14850 - nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him. down the labyrinthine ways Of my o.wn mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes, I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. i
Pagina 14613 - Oh, we will walk this world, Yoked in all exercise of noble end, And so through those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. Indeed I love thee; come, Yield thyself up,— my hopes and thine are one: Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself; Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.
Pagina 14588 - There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-haired page in crimson clad, Goes by
Pagina 14587 - ri. THE LADY OF SHALOTT PART I **-«— , ON EITHER side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road runs by To
Pagina 14603 - in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill: But oh! for the touch of a vanished hand. And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Pagina 14966 - if possible the means of rendering it profitable to mankind. I confess that in America I saw more than America: I sought there the image of democracy itself, with its inclinations, its character, its prejudices, and its passions, in order to learn what we have to fear or to hope from its progress.

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