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 ix
... Hope Light of Life . 93 94 • A Sisterly Visit The Genial Jokes of the Eighteenth Century Henry Fielding On Life , Death , and Immortality The Skeptic . The Grave Poems . Epigram - God bless the King The Three Black Crows The Nimmers ...
... Hope Light of Life . 93 94 • A Sisterly Visit The Genial Jokes of the Eighteenth Century Henry Fielding On Life , Death , and Immortality The Skeptic . The Grave Poems . Epigram - God bless the King The Three Black Crows The Nimmers ...
Stran 72
... Hope forsakes us . We are weary , exhausted . Our energy is dispirited . Sleep does " not weigh our eyelids down . " We stare upon the vacancy . We conjure up a thousand restless , disheartening images . We 72 DICK TURPIN'S ESCAPE .
... Hope forsakes us . We are weary , exhausted . Our energy is dispirited . Sleep does " not weigh our eyelids down . " We stare upon the vacancy . We conjure up a thousand restless , disheartening images . We 72 DICK TURPIN'S ESCAPE .
Stran 75
... hope so , sir , " said the chief constable , " but I begin to have some qualms . " 66 “ Now , gentlemen , " shouted the postboy , " come along . I'll soon bring you to him . " VI . The sun had just o'ertopped the " high eastern hill ...
... hope so , sir , " said the chief constable , " but I begin to have some qualms . " 66 “ Now , gentlemen , " shouted the postboy , " come along . I'll soon bring you to him . " VI . The sun had just o'ertopped the " high eastern hill ...
Stran 79
... hope to see him dangling from those walls " ( pointing towards the castle ) , " I should wish her master were by her side now . To the dogs with her . " And he was about to spurn the breathless carcass of poor Bess , when a sudden blow ...
... hope to see him dangling from those walls " ( pointing towards the castle ) , " I should wish her master were by her side now . To the dogs with her . " And he was about to spurn the breathless carcass of poor Bess , when a sudden blow ...
Stran 82
... hope is theirs by fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom health , of rosy hue , Wild wit , invention ever new , And lively cheer , of vigor born ; The ...
... hope is theirs by fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom health , of rosy hue , Wild wit , invention ever new , And lively cheer , of vigor born ; The ...
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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.