The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Količina 17Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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Stran 62
... door- way , held himself in readiness to spring upon the runaway . But Dick kept steadily on . He coolly calculated the height of the gate ; he looked to the right and to the left ; nothing better offered ; he spoke a few words of ...
... door- way , held himself in readiness to spring upon the runaway . But Dick kept steadily on . He coolly calculated the height of the gate ; he looked to the right and to the left ; nothing better offered ; he spoke a few words of ...
Stran 65
... flogged with might and main , they could never catch a glimpse of him until , within a short distance of Ware , they beheld him VOL . XVII . -5 at the door of a little public house , standing DICK TURPIN'S ESCAPE . 65.
... flogged with might and main , they could never catch a glimpse of him until , within a short distance of Ware , they beheld him VOL . XVII . -5 at the door of a little public house , standing DICK TURPIN'S ESCAPE . 65.
Stran 66
... door of a little public house , standing with his bridle in his hand , coolly quaffing a tankard of ale . No sooner were they in sight than Dick vaulted into the saddle , and rode off . " Devil seize you , sir ! why didn't you stop him ...
... door of a little public house , standing with his bridle in his hand , coolly quaffing a tankard of ale . No sooner were they in sight than Dick vaulted into the saddle , and rode off . " Devil seize you , sir ! why didn't you stop him ...
Stran 90
... door of his lips . He cannot speak idle words : no corrupt com- munication ever comes out of his mouth , as is all that which is not good , to the use of edifying , not fit to minister grace to the hearers . But whatsoever things are ...
... door of his lips . He cannot speak idle words : no corrupt com- munication ever comes out of his mouth , as is all that which is not good , to the use of edifying , not fit to minister grace to the hearers . But whatsoever things are ...
Stran 97
... door , that you may pass unobserv'd ; for she sits cooling herself in the parlor over against the staircase . " - " That's a good Mrs. Jewkes ! " said I ; " but who has she with her ? " — " Her woman , " answer'd she , " and her nephew ...
... door , that you may pass unobserv'd ; for she sits cooling herself in the parlor over against the staircase . " - " That's a good Mrs. Jewkes ! " said I ; " but who has she with her ? " — " Her woman , " answer'd she , " and her nephew ...
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Adams answer Aurangzeb beauty better black crows blessing born brother called captain character Colonel COUNTESS OF BUTE creature cried Cunegund Davers dear dearest love desire Dick Dick Turpin door Dupleix earth endeavored English eyes face father fear gentleman George George Warrington give Gogol hand happy hear heard heart highwayman Hindu honor hope horse hour human Indian insulted Jackey Jewkes Joseph Andrews king lady ladyship liberty live look Lord Lord Bute madam Marathas MARK AKENSIDE master means mind Montesquieu nature never night o'er Pamela Pangloss passed passion philosopher pity pleasure poor prince qu'il reason replied russe sentiment soul speak Spirit of Laws sword Tarass Boulba taxes tell thee things THOMAS GRAY thou art thought tion took truth Turpin vex'd virtue voice wench whole wish woman word wretched young
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Stran 244 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Stran 241 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Stran 242 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Stran 268 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Stran 54 - I'll bear it all for Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day — And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday...
Stran 83 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Stran 242 - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Stran 89 - Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, Who according to His abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead...
Stran 206 - And dreaded losses aggravate his pains; He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands, His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands; Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes, Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies.
Stran 270 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.