Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and ModernInternational Society, 1896 - 600 oldal |
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11301. oldal
... Trajan's Answer PLUTARCH About 50-120 A. D. 11601 BY EDWARD BULL CLAPP Pericles ( Lives of Illustrious Men ' ) Coriolanus ( same ) Plutarch on Himself ( same ) Antony and Cleopatra ( same ) X LIVED PAGE PLUTARCH Continued : - Letter to his.
... Trajan's Answer PLUTARCH About 50-120 A. D. 11601 BY EDWARD BULL CLAPP Pericles ( Lives of Illustrious Men ' ) Coriolanus ( same ) Plutarch on Himself ( same ) Antony and Cleopatra ( same ) X LIVED PAGE PLUTARCH Continued : - Letter to his.
11306. oldal
... live outside of it . He is hailed with especial pride by its inhabitants , as the vindicator of the Northern race of people , who had had no champion in literature from the very earliest times . The grateful inhabitants of Santander ...
... live outside of it . He is hailed with especial pride by its inhabitants , as the vindicator of the Northern race of people , who had had no champion in literature from the very earliest times . The grateful inhabitants of Santander ...
11319. oldal
... live a different kind of life from what I've been living : you yourself have been the light that has shown me what another kind of life could be . I want to live the way life goes on in this little shop of yours ; I am dying to work for ...
... live a different kind of life from what I've been living : you yourself have been the light that has shown me what another kind of life could be . I want to live the way life goes on in this little shop of yours ; I am dying to work for ...
11320. oldal
... live quietly here in my house with- out speaking ill of anybody . I have none but the kindest wishes towards you , and I know your value full well ; nevertheless I have my own way of thinking and feeling , and I wish to make . no change ...
... live quietly here in my house with- out speaking ill of anybody . I have none but the kindest wishes towards you , and I know your value full well ; nevertheless I have my own way of thinking and feeling , and I wish to make . no change ...
11321. oldal
... live at leisure like a lady . I can live on just nothing at all , Sotileza ; for as sure as God is in heaven , what makes JOSÉ MARIA DE PEREDA 11321.
... live at leisure like a lady . I can live on just nothing at all , Sotileza ; for as sure as God is in heaven , what makes JOSÉ MARIA DE PEREDA 11321.
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11696. oldal - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.
11692. oldal - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
11687. oldal - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping — rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door: Only this, and nothing more.
11690. 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.
11694. oldal - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
11686. oldal - Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine: A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine.
11666. oldal - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
11676. oldal - I here started as he spoke), in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result was discoverable, he added, in that silent yet importunate and terrible influence which for centuries had moulded the destinies of his family, and which made him what I now saw him— what he was.
11691. oldal - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
11694. oldal - ULALUME THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere. It was night, in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...