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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10979. oldal - THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
11183. oldal - THE TOYS My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobey'd, I struck him, and dismiss'd With hard words and unkiss'd, His Mother, who was patient, being dead.
11194. oldal - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
10981. oldal - Not a place upon earth might be so happy as America. Her situation is remote from all the wrangling world, and she has nothing to do but to trade with them.
11260. oldal - Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air, Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair : Shine sun, burn fire, breathe air and ease me ; Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me ; Shadow (my sweet nurse) keep me from burning, Make not my glad cause, cause of mourning. Let not my beauty's fire Inflame unstaid desire, Nor pierce any bright eye That wandereth lightly.
11160. oldal - ... at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems by a lifted horizon to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the senses, strange dyes, strange colours, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend.
11260. oldal - And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms; A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees. And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms: But though from court to cottage he depart, His saint is sure of his unspotted heart. And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song: — "Blessed be the hearts that wish my Sovereign well, Cursed be the souls that think her any wrong.
11300. oldal - I find that Mrs. Pierce' s little girl is my Valentine, she having drawn me; which I was not sorry for, it easing me of something more that I must have given to others...
11146. oldal - I will let him see therein a new abyss. I will paint for him not only the visible universe, but all that he can conceive of nature's immensity in the womb of this abridged atom. Let him see therein an infinity of universes, each of which has its firmament, its planets, its earth, in the same proportion as in the visible world...
10851. oldal - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.