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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3665. oldal
... Living Author WILLIAM COWPER The Cricket 4079 4089 1731-1800 4107 The Winter Walk at Noon ( The Task ' ) On the Loss of the Royal George Imaginary Verses of Alexander Selkirk The Immutability of Human Nature ( Letter to William Unwin ) ...
... Living Author WILLIAM COWPER The Cricket 4079 4089 1731-1800 4107 The Winter Walk at Noon ( The Task ' ) On the Loss of the Royal George Imaginary Verses of Alexander Selkirk The Immutability of Human Nature ( Letter to William Unwin ) ...
3686. oldal
... living speech testify to Cicero's amazing mastery over both word and phrase . The elo- quence of Castelar , Crispi , and Gambetta , of Gladstone and of Everett , is shot through and through , in all its warp and woof , with golden ...
... living speech testify to Cicero's amazing mastery over both word and phrase . The elo- quence of Castelar , Crispi , and Gambetta , of Gladstone and of Everett , is shot through and through , in all its warp and woof , with golden ...
3696. oldal
... living well and honorably ; and if you should advance further , you need no more grieve than farmers do when the loveliness of springtime hath passed , that summer and autumn have come . For spring represents the time of youth and gives ...
... living well and honorably ; and if you should advance further , you need no more grieve than farmers do when the loveliness of springtime hath passed , that summer and autumn have come . For spring represents the time of youth and gives ...
3717. oldal
... and to it terror , not so much at the fear of of treachery on the part of those akin this point I had the courage to ask Puis was living , and others whom we said he : " they alone ters of the body. 3716 MARCUS TULLIUS CICERO.
... and to it terror , not so much at the fear of of treachery on the part of those akin this point I had the courage to ask Puis was living , and others whom we said he : " they alone ters of the body. 3716 MARCUS TULLIUS CICERO.
3718. oldal
... treachery on the part of those akin to me ; nevertheless at this point I had the courage to ask whether my father Paulus was living , and others whom we 3719 thought to be annihilated . " Certainly , " 3718 MARCUS TULLIUS CICERO.
... treachery on the part of those akin to me ; nevertheless at this point I had the courage to ask whether my father Paulus was living , and others whom we 3719 thought to be annihilated . " Certainly , " 3718 MARCUS TULLIUS CICERO.
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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.