Library of the World's Best Literature: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne R. S. Peale and J. A. Hill, 1897 |
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3661. oldal
... Honors Proposed for the Dead Statesman Sulpicius ( Ninth Philippic ) Old Friends Better than New ( Dialogue on Friendship ' ) Honored Old Age ( Dialogue on Old Age ' ) Death is Welcome to the Old ( same ) Great Orators and their ...
... Honors Proposed for the Dead Statesman Sulpicius ( Ninth Philippic ) Old Friends Better than New ( Dialogue on Friendship ' ) Honored Old Age ( Dialogue on Old Age ' ) Death is Welcome to the Old ( same ) Great Orators and their ...
3676. oldal
... honors . At the age of twenty - six , Cicero ( in 80 B. C. ) defended his first important client in a criminal case . In the closing days of the Sul- lan proscriptions , young Roscius , of Ameria in Umbria , was charged with murdering ...
... honors . At the age of twenty - six , Cicero ( in 80 B. C. ) defended his first important client in a criminal case . In the closing days of the Sul- lan proscriptions , young Roscius , of Ameria in Umbria , was charged with murdering ...
3688. oldal
... honor , and that while pursuing those things all tortures of the body , all dangers of death and banishment are to be considered but of small importance , I should never have exposed myself in defense of your safety to such numerous and ...
... honor , and that while pursuing those things all tortures of the body , all dangers of death and banishment are to be considered but of small importance , I should never have exposed myself in defense of your safety to such numerous and ...
3690. oldal
... honor of being his birthplace . They then claim a stranger , even after his death , because he was a poet : shall we reject this man while he is alive , a man who by his own inclination and by our laws does actually belong to us ...
... honor of being his birthplace . They then claim a stranger , even after his death , because he was a poet : shall we reject this man while he is alive , a man who by his own inclination and by our laws does actually belong to us ...
3691. oldal
... honor is paid to the exploits of the Roman people . Lastly , all those great men , the Maximi , the Marcelli , and the Fulvii , are done honor to , not without all of us having also a share in the pan- egyric . • · Certainly , if the ...
... honor is paid to the exploits of the Roman people . Lastly , all those great men , the Maximi , the Marcelli , and the Fulvii , are done honor to , not without all of us having also a share in the pan- egyric . • · Certainly , if the ...
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Abiram ancient animals Atreus became better brigantine brother Bruff Cæsar called Catiline character Cicero Clay Comenius Coppée's dark death Duke of Burgundy earth ERNST CURTIUS eyes face father fear feel fire Fleurange François Coppée Gabbett gave give hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Henry Clay honor human King knew lady Leeb light literary living look Lord madam Madame de Chevreuse Madame de Longueville master mind mother nature never night Oakly once passed passion poems poet prince returned Rhadamistus Rodrigo round seemed side silent Socrates soul speak spirit stood story strata tears tell thee things thou thought Thyestes tion Tom Canty took truth turned verse Vetch voice whole words writing young youth Zenobia
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3852. oldal - By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reach'd the...
3851. 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.
4106. oldal - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
3858. oldal - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
3853. oldal - It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine." " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends, that plague thee thus ! — Why look'st thou so ? " — " With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS.
3872. 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...
3856. 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!
3833. 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.
4112. oldal - Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
3856. 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.