The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon Gebbie & Company, 1893 |
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Stran 3
... round upon Pugwash . ' Turn out your breeches ' pockets , ' said Lotus ; and the tractable Pugwash immediately displayed the linings . ' So ! ' cried Lotus , looking narrowly at the brown holland whereof they were made —'very bad ...
... round upon Pugwash . ' Turn out your breeches ' pockets , ' said Lotus ; and the tractable Pugwash immediately displayed the linings . ' So ! ' cried Lotus , looking narrowly at the brown holland whereof they were made —'very bad ...
Stran 6
... round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Bless'd be that spot , where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their evening fire : Bless'd that abode , where want and pain repair , And every stranger finds a ready chair ...
... round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Bless'd be that spot , where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their evening fire : Bless'd that abode , where want and pain repair , And every stranger finds a ready chair ...
Stran 7
... round the smiling land . But small the bliss that sense alone bestows , And sensual bliss is all the nation knows . In florid beauty groves and fields appear , Man seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrasted faults through all ...
... round the smiling land . But small the bliss that sense alone bestows , And sensual bliss is all the nation knows . In florid beauty groves and fields appear , Man seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrasted faults through all ...
Stran 8
... round the land : From courts to camps , to cottages it strays , And all are taught an avarice of praise ; They please , are pleased , they give to get esteem , Till , seeming bless'd , they grow to what they seem . But while this softer ...
... round the land : From courts to camps , to cottages it strays , And all are taught an avarice of praise ; They please , are pleased , they give to get esteem , Till , seeming bless'd , they grow to what they seem . But while this softer ...
Stran 9
... round her shore , Till overwrought , the general system feels Its motions stop , or frenzy fire the wheels . Nor this the worst . As nature's ties decay , As duty , love , and honour fail to sway , Fictitious bonds , the bonds of wealth ...
... round her shore , Till overwrought , the general system feels Its motions stop , or frenzy fire the wheels . Nor this the worst . As nature's ties decay , As duty , love , and honour fail to sway , Fictitious bonds , the bonds of wealth ...
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Ackbar arms asked balas ruby beautiful bell blessing Boufflers brow Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Coralie countess cried d'Aurilliac dark daughter dear death door earth Edith eyes fair father fear feel gaze Ginx's Baby give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hour husband Jan Dirk Peereboom jewel king knight Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Lord of War Louis of Spain Lumberton Madame marriage married Menippus mind morning mother nature never o'er PANC passed poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed SGAN SGANARELLE Sir John Sir Walter smile soul speak stood strange stranger sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion told took turned voice Walter Manny Warrington Welt wife woman word young Zerinda
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 107 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Stran 143 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Stran 6 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Stran 370 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Stran 7 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
Stran 8 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
Stran 6 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Stran 370 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Stran 40 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth...
Stran 92 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...