Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, 36. kötetCharles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 |
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A Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 3 of 45 ... Charles Dudley Warner Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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arms Bayard Taylor Beatrix beauty Bouillabaisse breast breath called Charles Sumner Charles Tennyson Turner charm Christian Clinia crown dead dear death delight Divine dream earth Edward Fairfax English Esaias Tegnér Esmond eyes face fair father feeling feet flowers Frithiof Frithiof's Saga genius give grace Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honor hour Houyhnhnm human Italy King kiss lady Lady of Shalott light lips literary literature live look Lord marriage master Menedemus mind Mishna mother nature never night noble o'er pass passion peace Philip Van Artevelde Photogravure Plautus poem poet poetry Queen Roman rose round sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit Sully-Prudhomme sweet Swift Tacitus Talmud tears tender Tennyson Terence thee thine things thou thought Translation truth verse voice wind words young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
14229. oldal - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
14609. oldal - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
14589. oldal - Of all the western stars until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides, and tho...
14605. oldal - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
14618. oldal - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
14608. oldal - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
14580. oldal - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
14455. oldal - I seen also under the sun, and it seemed great unto me: there was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
14606. oldal - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well. Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. IV Flashed all their sabres bare. Flashed as they turned in air, Sabring the gunners there...
14584. oldal - We will return no more;" And all at once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam." CHORIC SONG •"THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...