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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 50 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
الصفحة 302 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell Beautiful, entire, and clean.
الصفحة 233 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
الصفحة 87 - Stranger ! there is not room for us both. The Great Spirit has not made us to live together. There is poison in the white man's cup ; the white man's dog barks at the red man's heels. If I should leave the land of my fathers, whither shall I fly ? Shall I go to the south, and dwell among the graves of the Pequots ? Shall I wander to the west ; — the fierce Mohawk, — the man-eater, — is my foe. Shall I fly to the east, the great water is before me. No, stranger; here I have lived, and here will...
الصفحة 295 - But as he warmed and glowed, in his simple and eloquent language, Quite forgetful of self, and full of the praise of his rival, Archly the maiden smiled, and, with eyes overrunning with laughter, Said, in a tremulous voice, "Why don't you speak for yourself, John?
الصفحة 303 - Write on your doors the saying wise and old, "Be bold! be bold!" and everywhere — " Be bold; Be not too bold ! " Yet better the excess Than the defect ; better the more than less ; Better like Hector in the field to die, Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly.
الصفحة 303 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
الصفحة 233 - 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; II But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
الصفحة 50 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
الصفحة 178 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.