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 2
... sweet healthful influences - almost shut out from the sky that reeks in vapour over him ; it is a call that tells him there are things of the earth beside food and covering to live for ; and that God in his great bounty hath made them ...
... sweet healthful influences - almost shut out from the sky that reeks in vapour over him ; it is a call that tells him there are things of the earth beside food and covering to live for ; and that God in his great bounty hath made them ...
Stran 4
... sweet and as healthy a soul as the souls of my neighbours . I never did wrong to anybody . ' " Pooh ! ' cried Father Lotus . How- " God bless ' em , poor souls ! ' said Pugwash . ' It's a sad scramble some of ' em have , isn't it ...
... sweet and as healthy a soul as the souls of my neighbours . I never did wrong to anybody . ' " Pooh ! ' cried Father Lotus . How- " God bless ' em , poor souls ! ' said Pugwash . ' It's a sad scramble some of ' em have , isn't it ...
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... sweet looks and voice of nature , live and die with their souls in a Till ? " THE TRAVELLER ; OR A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY . [ Oliver Goldsmith , born at Pallas , Leinster , Ireland , 10th November , 1728 ; died in London , 4th April , 1774 ...
... sweet looks and voice of nature , live and die with their souls in a Till ? " THE TRAVELLER ; OR A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY . [ Oliver Goldsmith , born at Pallas , Leinster , Ireland , 10th November , 1728 ; died in London , 4th April , 1774 ...
Stran 7
... sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives , that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil , Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea - born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance ...
... sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives , that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil , Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea - born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance ...
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... sweet and gentle daughter , who has acquiesced , though with sorrow . " " I told you that girl was no good , " said Sir John . You had better send for her home and provide for her , or she will be talking about the Holmsdale business ...
... sweet and gentle daughter , who has acquiesced , though with sorrow . " " I told you that girl was no good , " said Sir John . You had better send for her home and provide for her , or she will be talking about the Holmsdale business ...
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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.