The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and with Introductions, 16. kötetMerrill and Baker, 1898 - 9822 oldal |
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7314. oldal
... mind most free for foreign considerations . A man may feel thankful , heartily thankful , over a dish of plain mut- ton with turnips , and have leisure to reflect upon the ordi- nance and institution of eating ; when he shall confess a ...
... mind most free for foreign considerations . A man may feel thankful , heartily thankful , over a dish of plain mut- ton with turnips , and have leisure to reflect upon the ordi- nance and institution of eating ; when he shall confess a ...
7315. oldal
... mind the incompatibility of the scene and the viands before him with the exercise of a calm and rational gratitude . I hear somebody exclaim , Would you have Christians sit down at table like hogs to their troughs , without remembering ...
... mind the incompatibility of the scene and the viands before him with the exercise of a calm and rational gratitude . I hear somebody exclaim , Would you have Christians sit down at table like hogs to their troughs , without remembering ...
7317. oldal
... mind who refuses apple dumplings . I am not certain but he is right . With the decay of my first innocence , I confess a less and less relish daily for those innocu- ous cates . The whole vegetable tribe have lost their gust with Only I ...
... mind who refuses apple dumplings . I am not certain but he is right . With the decay of my first innocence , I confess a less and less relish daily for those innocu- ous cates . The whole vegetable tribe have lost their gust with Only I ...
7321. oldal
... mind , If she's for me or Tammy ; To me she is but passing kind , She's caulder still to Tammy . And yet she lo'es me no that ill , If I believe her granny ; O sure she must be wond'rous nice , If she'll no hae me or Tammy . I've ...
... mind , If she's for me or Tammy ; To me she is but passing kind , She's caulder still to Tammy . And yet she lo'es me no that ill , If I believe her granny ; O sure she must be wond'rous nice , If she'll no hae me or Tammy . I've ...
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... mind well , I dare say , what we used to talk about , and how we were to stand by each other at our weddings as best man . " " I mind it well , " said the dead man , " but you must wait a bit till I have made myself a little smart ; and ...
... mind well , I dare say , what we used to talk about , and how we were to stand by each other at our weddings as best man . " " I mind it well , " said the dead man , " but you must wait a bit till I have made myself a little smart ; and ...
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7351. oldal - 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 caverns measureless to man, And sank...
7411. oldal - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
7350. oldal - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
7350. 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.
7366. oldal - It was August the third; And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise.
7776. oldal - And low eaves' icy fretting. It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving. For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled ; His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered;— As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked npron fingered.
7528. oldal - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
7411. oldal - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
7412. oldal - Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
7351. oldal - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware!