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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... object , without any desire to injure - like that ! ' - from curiosity , from the un- conscious need for action . There are moments when a man sees the future in such sombre colours that he dares not pause to contemplate that future ...
... object , without any desire to injure - like that ! ' - from curiosity , from the un- conscious need for action . There are moments when a man sees the future in such sombre colours that he dares not pause to contemplate that future ...
Stran 64
... object to ride away from his pursuers ; he could have done that at any mo- ment . He liked the fun of the chase , and would have been sorry to put a period to his own excitement . Confident in his mare , he just kept her at such speed ...
... object to ride away from his pursuers ; he could have done that at any mo- ment . He liked the fun of the chase , and would have been sorry to put a period to his own excitement . Confident in his mare , he just kept her at such speed ...
Stran 73
... objects , or even to guide his steed . It was owing , probably , to this lat- ter circumstance , that Bess suddenly floundered and fell , throw- ing her master over her head . Turpin instantly recovered himself . His first thought was ...
... objects , or even to guide his steed . It was owing , probably , to this lat- ter circumstance , that Bess suddenly floundered and fell , throw- ing her master over her head . Turpin instantly recovered himself . His first thought was ...
Stran 131
... object finds ; Creation sleeps . " Tis as the gen❜ral pulse Of life stood still , and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophecy be soon fulfilled ; Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more ...
... object finds ; Creation sleeps . " Tis as the gen❜ral pulse Of life stood still , and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophecy be soon fulfilled ; Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more ...
Stran 136
... objects of his passion , the most valuable and the road , which he pursues the only one that leads to happiness . But would these prejudiced reasoners reflect a moment , there are many obvious instances and arguments , sufficient to ...
... objects of his passion , the most valuable and the road , which he pursues the only one that leads to happiness . But would these prejudiced reasoners reflect a moment , there are many obvious instances and arguments , sufficient to ...
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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.