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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Stran 4
... morning let me see you . ' " Come , there's nothing easier than that , ' said Pugwash , with a smile , and reverently putting the volume in his pocket- ( the book was closed by metal clasps , curiously chased ) — he descended the garret ...
... morning let me see you . ' " Come , there's nothing easier than that , ' said Pugwash , with a smile , and reverently putting the volume in his pocket- ( the book was closed by metal clasps , curiously chased ) — he descended the garret ...
Stran 12
... morning in keeping accounts , the rogue cannot escape at a very early hour , one buxom lass , Elizabeth detection so long as in other countries . And Peereboom , espied some soldiers in strange about the period of our tale some new ...
... morning in keeping accounts , the rogue cannot escape at a very early hour , one buxom lass , Elizabeth detection so long as in other countries . And Peereboom , espied some soldiers in strange about the period of our tale some new ...
Stran 14
... morning of the event , not so very bad as to prevent his dear Coralie from re - joining her friends , but sufficiently indisposed to afford an excuse for staying away . He , however , had very little difficulty in persuading his wife to ...
... morning of the event , not so very bad as to prevent his dear Coralie from re - joining her friends , but sufficiently indisposed to afford an excuse for staying away . He , however , had very little difficulty in persuading his wife to ...
Stran 15
... morning I saw his wife with a gay party of people in three carriages , apparently going out of town for a fête for the day . " " 1st Smoker . " That is not done for nothing . " ( Puffs . ) 2d Smoker .- " His credit is gone at Dort ...
... morning I saw his wife with a gay party of people in three carriages , apparently going out of town for a fête for the day . " " 1st Smoker . " That is not done for nothing . " ( Puffs . ) 2d Smoker .- " His credit is gone at Dort ...
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... morning to say that he was going to Paris , and to burden himself with any commissions to Edith . " I should like to see my old playmate very much , " he said . " I was a lover of hers when we were in the schoolroom ; I should like very ...
... morning to say that he was going to Paris , and to burden himself with any commissions to Edith . " I should like to see my old playmate very much , " he said . " I was a lover of hers when we were in the schoolroom ; I should like very ...
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Ackbar arms beautiful bell blessing Boufflers brow Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Chemung County child countess cried dark daughter dear death door duke earth eyes face fair father fear feel fire gaze Ginx's Baby give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour J. G. LOCKHART Jan Dirk king Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Louis of Spain Madame marriage marry Menippus Merry Ann mind morning mother nature never night o'er once Ovid PANC passed poet poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed SGAN SGANARELLE smile soon soul sound speak spirit stood strange stranger sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion took turned voice Waldeck Walter Manny Warrington wife woman word young Zerinda
Priljubljeni odlomki
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.