Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Količina 5Jeannette Leonard Gilder Current Literature Publishing Company, 1905 |
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Stran 10
... once met in a grove , While each was in quest of a fugitive love ; ran mournfully murmuring by , ey wept in its waters for sympathy . ver was knight such a sorrow that bore ! " ver was maid so deserted before ! " life and its woes let ...
... once met in a grove , While each was in quest of a fugitive love ; ran mournfully murmuring by , ey wept in its waters for sympathy . ver was knight such a sorrow that bore ! " ver was maid so deserted before ! " life and its woes let ...
Stran 11
... once tossed on the breast of the billow , by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow , ted in glory , the mariner cherish es in his danger , " Help , Lord , or we perish . " when the whirlwind of passion is raging , I in our heart his ...
... once tossed on the breast of the billow , by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow , ted in glory , the mariner cherish es in his danger , " Help , Lord , or we perish . " when the whirlwind of passion is raging , I in our heart his ...
Stran 27
... Once upon a time , they were on a visit to the oracular shrine of when it chanced that in the course of con- with Etearchus , the Ammonian king , the pon the Nile , how that its sources were un- all men . Etearchus upon this mentioned ...
... Once upon a time , they were on a visit to the oracular shrine of when it chanced that in the course of con- with Etearchus , the Ammonian king , the pon the Nile , how that its sources were un- all men . Etearchus upon this mentioned ...
Stran 30
... have got him to land , the first thing the hunter is to plaster his eyes with mud . This once ac- olished , the animal is despatched with ease ; wise he gives much trouble . 리디 T racNIA have also another sacred bird called the 30.
... have got him to land , the first thing the hunter is to plaster his eyes with mud . This once ac- olished , the animal is despatched with ease ; wise he gives much trouble . 리디 T racNIA have also another sacred bird called the 30.
Stran 31
... once in five hundred en the old phoenix dies . Its size and ap- -if it is like the pictures - is as follows : The s partly red , partly golden , while the gen- and size are almost exactly that of the ney tell a story of what this bird ...
... once in five hundred en the old phoenix dies . Its size and ap- -if it is like the pictures - is as follows : The s partly red , partly golden , while the gen- and size are almost exactly that of the ney tell a story of what this bird ...
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ball beauty bells bosom called Caudle charm Clopin cold cubits dear death door DOUGLAS WILLIAM JERROLD East eyes Falstaff feel feet fire Fort Christina give goal grass grave Gringoire hall hand happy Harris head hear heard heart heaven Heinrich Heine Helmer Jean Ingelow John Keats keep kick king lady Libya living look lord lullaby mind Moorish morning nature never night Nora o'er old Brooke once passed play players-up poet Pontarlier rain RICHARD JEFFERIES round Samuel Johnson school-house scrummage seemed Shakespeare side sleep song soul sweet talk tell thee there's things Thomas Hood Thomas Lucy thou thought Torvald tower town trees Tunis umbrella voice wall Washington Irving wave wife wind young
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Stran 303 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft ; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Stran 22 - Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace. The war is actually begun. The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field. Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
Stran 298 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Stran 36 - AY, TEAR her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below.
Stran 299 - The weariness, the fever, and the fret, Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Stran 300 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Stran 298 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Stran 68 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Stran 286 - Is not a Patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help...
Stran 271 - In the writings of other poets a character is too often an individual ; in those of Shakespeare it is commonly a species.