The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, 6. kötetCarson & Simpson, 1896 |
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11. oldal
... leave any But perhaps some one will take me up and say , " But , Socrates , what is your real case ? How did these calumnies arise ? If you had done nothing different from other people , there would not have been so much talk about you ...
... leave any But perhaps some one will take me up and say , " But , Socrates , what is your real case ? How did these calumnies arise ? If you had done nothing different from other people , there would not have been so much talk about you ...
19. oldal
... leaving those who are here called judges , will find there those who are really judges , and who administer justice there - Minos and Rhadamanthus , and acus and Triptolemus , and the other demigods who were just in their lifetime — is ...
... leaving those who are here called judges , will find there those who are really judges , and who administer justice there - Minos and Rhadamanthus , and acus and Triptolemus , and the other demigods who were just in their lifetime — is ...
21. oldal
... leave the women the trouble of washing a corpse . When he said this , Crito remarked : " Be it so , Socrates ; but what directions have you to give to me or to your other friends about your children , or any other matter which we can do ...
... leave the women the trouble of washing a corpse . When he said this , Crito remarked : " Be it so , Socrates ; but what directions have you to give to me or to your other friends about your children , or any other matter which we can do ...
43. oldal
... leave the gray - headed to seek warmth from the mummy of life and the feeble - minded to revel in unsubstantial shad- ows . ows . There are mistaken men who traduce Nature and falsely give her the epithet of " artistic . " forgetting ...
... leave the gray - headed to seek warmth from the mummy of life and the feeble - minded to revel in unsubstantial shad- ows . ows . There are mistaken men who traduce Nature and falsely give her the epithet of " artistic . " forgetting ...
45. oldal
... leaving the thorn of regret and longing more deeply implanted in the breast . We are mocked for a moment with the delusive semblance of life , but the form we clasp soon stiffens into a corpse ; in vain we stretch forth our long- ing ...
... leaving the thorn of regret and longing more deeply implanted in the breast . We are mocked for a moment with the delusive semblance of life , but the form we clasp soon stiffens into a corpse ; in vain we stretch forth our long- ing ...
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341. oldal - And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: and they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.
129. oldal - Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave...
149. oldal - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
133. oldal - She leaned far out on the window-sill And shook it forth with a royal will. "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head. But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame Over the face of the leader came; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word: "Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!
70. oldal - and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
276. oldal - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope ; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia.
168. oldal - THOU eternal One whose presence bright All space doth occupy, all motion guide, Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight, Thou only God, there is no God beside ! Being above all beings ! Mighty One Whom none can comprehend and none explore...
132. oldal - Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down; In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet.
70. oldal - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low— And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
284. oldal - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.