| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 páginas
...of eminent domain ! We have not wings — we cannot soar — But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees — by more and more — The cloudy summits of our time. The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen and better known,... | |
| Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1854 - 592 páginas
...of eminent domain 1 We have not wings — we cannot soar — But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees — by more and more — The cloudy summits of our time. The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known,... | |
| 1851 - 334 páginas
...eminent domain ! We have not wings — we cannot soar — But we have feet to scale and climb By alow degrees — by more and more— The cloudy summits of our time. The mighty pyramids of stoue That wedge-like eleave the desert aira, When nearer seen, and better known.... | |
| John George Edgar - 1853 - 414 páginas
...them the power of performing great and worthy actions; or, as the American poet expresses it, — " The heights by great men reached and kept Were not...But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upwards in the night." Indeed, nothing great can be accomplished without arduous exertion and a resolute... | |
| John Cumming - 1853 - 212 páginas
...of eminent domain ! We have not wings — we cannot soar — But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees — by more and more — • The cloudy summits of our time. The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known,... | |
| Young Men's Christian Associations (London, England) - 1853 - 566 páginas
...right of eminent domain! We have not wings— we cannot soar— But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees — by more and more — The cloudy summits of our time. The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs. When nearer seen, and better known,... | |
| Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1854 - 614 páginas
...frowning foreheads to the skies, Are crossed by pathways, that appear As we to higher levels rise. The heights by great men reached and kept, Were not...companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern — unseen... | |
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