Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and ModernCharles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 |
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3510. oldal
... things in my pocket which , sir , might not appear worthless to you ; and for this inestimable shadow I hold the very highest price too small . " It struck cold through me again as I was reminded of the pocket . I knew not how I could ...
... things in my pocket which , sir , might not appear worthless to you ; and for this inestimable shadow I hold the very highest price too small . " It struck cold through me again as I was reminded of the pocket . I knew not how I could ...
3519. oldal
... produce general order and security . But the power of opinion grows into a despotism , which more than all things represses original and free thought , subverts individuality of character , WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING 3519.
... produce general order and security . But the power of opinion grows into a despotism , which more than all things represses original and free thought , subverts individuality of character , WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING 3519.
3521. oldal
... thing is necessary ; and the times require that I should state it with great distinctness . It is necessary that religion should be held and professed in a liberal spirit . Just as far as it assumes an intolerant , exclusive , sectarian ...
... thing is necessary ; and the times require that I should state it with great distinctness . It is necessary that religion should be held and professed in a liberal spirit . Just as far as it assumes an intolerant , exclusive , sectarian ...
3525. oldal
... things from the Homeric point of view and presented life epically . He is at his best in single didactic or narrative pas- sages , and exquisite bits of poetry are prodigally scattered up and down the pages of his tragedies . Next to ...
... things from the Homeric point of view and presented life epically . He is at his best in single didactic or narrative pas- sages , and exquisite bits of poetry are prodigally scattered up and down the pages of his tragedies . Next to ...
3527. oldal
... things must advance Their states in marriage ; and who else but I , Their sister , should their dancing rites supply ? " This general cause she shew'd , and would not name Her mind of nuptials to her sire , for shame . He understood her ...
... things must advance Their states in marriage ; and who else but I , Their sister , should their dancing rites supply ? " This general cause she shew'd , and would not name Her mind of nuptials to her sire , for shame . He understood her ...
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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.