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
... Wishes The Idea of a Patriot King . Adventures of Tom Jones Ensign Northerton's Little Joke of Slandering Sophia . ix William Shenstone Mark Akenside William Collins • 153 154 • 160 · • · 160 160 • 162 • • 163 Lord Chesterfield 166 ...
... Wishes The Idea of a Patriot King . Adventures of Tom Jones Ensign Northerton's Little Joke of Slandering Sophia . ix William Shenstone Mark Akenside William Collins • 153 154 • 160 · • · 160 160 • 162 • • 163 Lord Chesterfield 166 ...
Stran xlv
... wishes for nothing that exists . He constantly supplied illustrations of his doctrine , more clear than the dogma itself , brief parables , moral tales adapted to the popular ear . Art is a demon not easily exorcised , and some of these ...
... wishes for nothing that exists . He constantly supplied illustrations of his doctrine , more clear than the dogma itself , brief parables , moral tales adapted to the popular ear . Art is a demon not easily exorcised , and some of these ...
Stran xlvii
... wish to teach the children of the people to think and to write , it is I who should give them their lessons in writing and thinking while they are at school . We seek the ideal before us , it is behind us . The development of man is not ...
... wish to teach the children of the people to think and to write , it is I who should give them their lessons in writing and thinking while they are at school . We seek the ideal before us , it is behind us . The development of man is not ...
Stran 59
... wish it ; when another writes better , I can like him too , though he should not like me . Not our great Imitator of Horace himself can have more Pleasure in writing his Verses than I have in read- ing them , though I sometimes find ...
... wish it ; when another writes better , I can like him too , though he should not like me . Not our great Imitator of Horace himself can have more Pleasure in writing his Verses than I have in read- ing them , though I sometimes find ...
Stran 66
... wish you a very good evening , sir . " Saying which the publi- can retreated to his domicile . " I'll " That's a flash crib , I'll be bound , " said Paterson . chalk you down , my friend , you may rely upon it . Thus far we're done , Mr ...
... wish you a very good evening , sir . " Saying which the publi- can retreated to his domicile . " I'll " That's a flash crib , I'll be bound , " said Paterson . chalk you down , my friend , you may rely upon it . Thus far we're done , Mr ...
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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.