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... Ivan- hoe depart for Coningsburgh . V. Coningsburgh ( chapters XLI - XLII ) . Ivanhoe and the Black Knight arrive at the funeral ; Cedric forgives his son and learns who the Black Knight is ; Athel- stane arrives and tells his story ...
... Ivan- hoe depart for Coningsburgh . V. Coningsburgh ( chapters XLI - XLII ) . Ivanhoe and the Black Knight arrive at the funeral ; Cedric forgives his son and learns who the Black Knight is ; Athel- stane arrives and tells his story ...
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... Ivan Berloff , Big Ivan of the Bridge . The Dream came in the spring . 38 , 40. Beresina , Dnieper , rivers of western Russia . All great dreams come in the spring , and the Spring Maiden who brought Big Ivan's Dream was more than ...
... Ivan Berloff , Big Ivan of the Bridge . The Dream came in the spring . 38 , 40. Beresina , Dnieper , rivers of western Russia . All great dreams come in the spring , and the Spring Maiden who brought Big Ivan's Dream was more than ...
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... Ivan's dream was one that called for youth and strength . 20 " Aye , for youth and strength , " he muttered as he gripped the plow . " And I have it ! " That evening Big Ivan of the Bridge spoke to his wife , Anna , a little woman , who ...
... Ivan's dream was one that called for youth and strength . 20 " Aye , for youth and strength , " he muttered as he gripped the plow . " And I have it ! " That evening Big Ivan of the Bridge spoke to his wife , Anna , a little woman , who ...
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... Ivan . 10 She stooped and whispered one word into his ear , and he slapped his thigh with his big hand . " Aye , " he cried . " That is what we want ! You and I and millions like us want it , and over there , Anna , over there we will ...
... Ivan . 10 She stooped and whispered one word into his ear , and he slapped his thigh with his big hand . " Aye , " he cried . " That is what we want ! You and I and millions like us want it , and over there , Anna , over there we will ...
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... Ivan would stare at the pot as he sat beside the stove . The pot was the cord which kept the Dream alive . " You are a good woman , Anna , " Ivan would say again and again . " It was you who thought of saving the rubles . " " But it was ...
... Ivan would stare at the pot as he sat beside the stove . The pot was the cord which kept the Dream alive . " You are a good woman , Anna , " Ivan would say again and again . " It was you who thought of saving the rubles . " " But it was ...
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Page 417 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn...
Page 534 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Page 461 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 417 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Page 525 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 527 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 521 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight...
Page 12 - Homer ruled as his demesne: Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 521 - Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 527 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion. This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the Genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains. Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream.