The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship: Selected from the Standard Authors of All Nations and All Time, Količina 3Ainsworth Rand Spofford Gebbie & Company, 1888 |
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... kind ; and yet to deny denied the wife of his bosom . His customers knew the weakness , and failed not to exercise it . To be sure now and then , fresh from con- jugal counsel , he would refuse to add a single 50 " I never denied credit ...
... kind ; and yet to deny denied the wife of his bosom . His customers knew the weakness , and failed not to exercise it . To be sure now and then , fresh from con- jugal counsel , he would refuse to add a single 50 " I never denied credit ...
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... still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind : As different good , by art or nature given , To different nations makes their blessings even . Nature , a mother kind alike to all , Still 6 THE TRAVELLER . The Traveller.
... still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind : As different good , by art or nature given , To different nations makes their blessings even . Nature , a mother kind alike to all , Still 6 THE TRAVELLER . The Traveller.
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... kind alike to all , Still grants her bliss at labour's earnest call ; With food as well the peasant is supplied On Idra's cliffs as Arno's shelvy side ; And though the rocky - crested summits frown , These rocks , by custom , turn to ...
... kind alike to all , Still grants her bliss at labour's earnest call ; With food as well the peasant is supplied On Idra's cliffs as Arno's shelvy side ; And though the rocky - crested summits frown , These rocks , by custom , turn to ...
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... kind pass by ; Intent on high designs , a thoughtful band , By forms unfashion'd , fresh from Nature's hand , Fierce in their native hardiness of soul , True to imagin'd right , above control , While even the peasant boasts these rights ...
... kind pass by ; Intent on high designs , a thoughtful band , By forms unfashion'd , fresh from Nature's hand , Fierce in their native hardiness of soul , True to imagin'd right , above control , While even the peasant boasts these rights ...
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... kind- ness and indulgence . An event which had taken place a year before this had shown her submission in the most remarkable way . She his wife were very easily satisfied ; Sir John must have had another stroke , and Lady Hornbury ...
... kind- ness and indulgence . An event which had taken place a year before this had shown her submission in the most remarkable way . She his wife were very easily satisfied ; Sir John must have had another stroke , and Lady Hornbury ...
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Ackbar arms beautiful bell blessing Boufflers brow Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Chemung County Coralie countess cried dark daughter dear death door duke earth Edith eyes fair father fear feel fire gaze Ginx's Baby girl give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hour husband J. G. LOCKHART Jan Dirk Peereboom king Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Louis of Spain Lumberton Madame marriage marry Menippus mind morning mother nature never night o'er once PANC passed poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed seen SGAN SGANARELLE Sir John smile soul speak spirit Stalman stood strange stranger sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion took turned voice Waldeck Walter Manny wife woman word young Zerinda
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Stran 49 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Stran 282 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Stran 105 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Stran 49 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings; Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Stran 371 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Stran 372 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Stran 372 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Stran 350 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. You friendly Earth, how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles?
Stran 350 - Ah! you are so great, and I am so small, I tremble to think of you, World, at all; And yet, when I said my prayers to-day, A whisper inside me seemed to say, "You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!
Stran 168 - And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce, Through all the Worlds.