The Masterpieces and the History of Literature: Analysis, Criticism, Character and Incident, Količina 10Julian Hawthorne Hamilton Book Company, 1906 |
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Pogosti izrazi in povedi
American novelist American poet Aristophanes arms Athos Barry Lyndon beauty Bréauté Buteau century Charles Cinq Mars cried critic Curé d'Artagnan dear death dramatist English English dramatist English novelist English poet essayist Eugénie eyes face father France French novelist French poet French Revolution genius George German German poet girl Grandet Greek hand head heart heaven Heine HENRY humor humorist Isabel Italian Italian poet Jean JOHN kiss lady Latin literary literature looked Lord Steyne LUDOVIC HALÉVY lyric poet mother Napoleon never night noble novel novelist Paris philosopher poems poet and novelist poetry Prince-Elector prose Rawdon romance romancist round Russian Salammbô satirist smile song soul Spanish statesman Steyne stood story sweet Taanach Tarascon Tartarin tears tell Thackeray thee things THOMAS thou thought Translated Uncle Uncle Remus Vanity Fair VIII voice wife WILLIAM writer wrote young
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 225 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea...
Stran 225 - Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God; see all, nor be afraid!
Stran 225 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Stran 256 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Stran 225 - Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed On joy, to solely seek and find and feast: Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men ; Irks care the crop-full bird ? Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast ? Rejoice we are allied To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive ! A spark disturbs our clod ; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of his tribes that take, I must believe.
Stran 265 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Stran 271 - Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead ! Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea Said, " Grod has touched him ! why should we ? " Said an old wife mourning her only son, " Cut the rogue's tether and let him run!
Stran 225 - We that had loved him so, followed him, honored him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die...
Stran 225 - Never glad confident morning again ! Best fight on well, for we taught him — strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne ! 'HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX...
Stran 225 - For thence — a paradox Which comforts while it mocks — Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i