Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and ModernCharles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 |
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3507. oldal
... light point appeared on the horizon between the dark flood and the blue of the heaven . " A telescope here ! " cried John ; and already , before the servants who appeared at the call were in motion , the gray man , modestly bowing , had ...
... light point appeared on the horizon between the dark flood and the blue of the heaven . " A telescope here ! " cried John ; and already , before the servants who appeared at the call were in motion , the gray man , modestly bowing , had ...
3514. oldal
... light , looking far and wide , seeing with my own eyes , hearing with my own ears , and following Truth meekly but resolutely , however arduous or solitary be the path in which she leads . " He was greatly interested in temperance , in ...
... light , looking far and wide , seeing with my own eyes , hearing with my own ears , and following Truth meekly but resolutely , however arduous or solitary be the path in which she leads . " He was greatly interested in temperance , in ...
3528. oldal
... all , ( As both by head and forehead being more tall ) Latona triumph'd , since the dullest sight Might easily judge whom her pains brought to light ; Nausicaa so , whom never husband tamed , Above them 3528 GEORGE CHAPMAN.
... all , ( As both by head and forehead being more tall ) Latona triumph'd , since the dullest sight Might easily judge whom her pains brought to light ; Nausicaa so , whom never husband tamed , Above them 3528 GEORGE CHAPMAN.
3535. oldal
... light ? Surely one great proof of its divine origin is , that it will bear the test of the fullest and severest scrutiny of reason . Would you have us always open to the reproach of enveloping our tenets in sacred obscurity , lest their ...
... light ? Surely one great proof of its divine origin is , that it will bear the test of the fullest and severest scrutiny of reason . Would you have us always open to the reproach of enveloping our tenets in sacred obscurity , lest their ...
3540. oldal
... light . He spent his spare time in poetizing , and sent anonymously transcripts from professedly old poems to the local papers . Their authorship being traced to him , he now claimed that his father had found numerous old poems and ...
... light . He spent his spare time in poetizing , and sent anonymously transcripts from professedly old poems to the local papers . Their authorship being traced to him , he now claimed that his father had found numerous old poems and ...
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3835. oldal - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
3848. oldal - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
3838. oldal - And the slant night-shower driving loud and fast! Those sounds which oft have raised me, whilst they awed, And sent my soul abroad, Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live! II A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady!
3838. oldal - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. "And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
3809. oldal - IT fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
3811. oldal - When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas By each was cleaving, side by side : E'en so — but why the tale reveal Of those whom, year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged?
3847. oldal - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!
3838. oldal - Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
3838. oldal - WELL ! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes, Or the dull sobbing draft, that moans and rakes Upon the strings of this ^Eolian lute, Which better far were mute.
3846. oldal - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.