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 xxxii
... true founder of the political , philosophical , and literary schools which were afterwards to be called Slavophile , Moscovite , and Panslavist . The influence of the Romantic party did much to free Russian poetry from French influences ...
... true founder of the political , philosophical , and literary schools which were afterwards to be called Slavophile , Moscovite , and Panslavist . The influence of the Romantic party did much to free Russian poetry from French influences ...
Stran xxxiii
... true epic written by a modern poet . Yet the youthful Gogol soon abandoned this channel of expression . There was in him the spirit of Dickens ; he was a realist and a satirist , as earnest as the English novelist , and even more bitter ...
... true epic written by a modern poet . Yet the youthful Gogol soon abandoned this channel of expression . There was in him the spirit of Dickens ; he was a realist and a satirist , as earnest as the English novelist , and even more bitter ...
Stran xxxviii
... true that his latest writings show his ardent love for Russia ; but they show , too , a cutting criticism of the Slavophiles , to whose party he had never belonged , and this was accounted unpardonable . He was reproached for his jests ...
... true that his latest writings show his ardent love for Russia ; but they show , too , a cutting criticism of the Slavophiles , to whose party he had never belonged , and this was accounted unpardonable . He was reproached for his jests ...
Stran xl
... tales of Dostoïevsky are not fantastic , for the madman is not fantastic in the true sense of the word ; he is tragic and realistic , and most of his characters would , in the Occident , be considered mad , and even xl RUSSIAN LITERATURE.
... tales of Dostoïevsky are not fantastic , for the madman is not fantastic in the true sense of the word ; he is tragic and realistic , and most of his characters would , in the Occident , be considered mad , and even xl RUSSIAN LITERATURE.
Stran xlii
... true colours for the first time . Born in 1828 , Leo Nikolaievitch , Count Tolstoi , is now ( 1899 ) seventy - one years of age . He has not lived merely to write , nor has he written in order to live . As he observed the world , and ...
... true colours for the first time . Born in 1828 , Leo Nikolaievitch , Count Tolstoi , is now ( 1899 ) seventy - one years of age . He has not lived merely to write , nor has he written in order to live . As he observed the world , and ...
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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.