The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Bind 2Carson & Simpson, 1895 |
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... face , Stood singing in the market - place , And stirred with accents deep and loud The hearts of all the listening crowd . 66 A old man , gray the third and last , Sang in cathedrals dim and vast , While the majestic organ rolled ...
... face , Stood singing in the market - place , And stirred with accents deep and loud The hearts of all the listening crowd . 66 A old man , gray the third and last , Sang in cathedrals dim and vast , While the majestic organ rolled ...
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... face to face . The countenance of the giant- ess was solemn and hushed and beautifully serene . It was as the face of some colossal sculpture of his own ancestral sphinx . No passion , no human emotion , disturbed its brooding and ...
... face to face . The countenance of the giant- ess was solemn and hushed and beautifully serene . It was as the face of some colossal sculpture of his own ancestral sphinx . No passion , no human emotion , disturbed its brooding and ...
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... face . He writhed in vain ; he withered ; he gasped beneath the in- fluence of the blighting breath ; he felt him- self blasted into death . And then a voice came from the reptile , which still bore the face of Apæcides , and rang in ...
... face . He writhed in vain ; he withered ; he gasped beneath the in- fluence of the blighting breath ; he felt him- self blasted into death . And then a voice came from the reptile , which still bore the face of Apæcides , and rang in ...
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... face amid the shades of death . I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me ; but mine returns , And this lone bosom burns With stifling heat , heaving it up in sleep , And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart ...
... face amid the shades of death . I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me ; but mine returns , And this lone bosom burns With stifling heat , heaving it up in sleep , And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart ...
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... face the strip of india - rubber . The deflection of the needle proves that the rubber is cold . Laying hold of the ends of the strip , I suddenly stretch it , and press it , while stretched , on the face of the pile . The needle moves ...
... face the strip of india - rubber . The deflection of the needle proves that the rubber is cold . Laying hold of the ends of the strip , I suddenly stretch it , and press it , while stretched , on the face of the pile . The needle moves ...
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Alice Day Appian arms beauty Belisarius blood body born brave breast breath bright Carthage Constantinople cried dark daugh dear death dream earth enemy eyes face fair fate fear fire friends Gelimer glory gold Gothic Goths guards hand happy hath head heard heart heat heaven Heruli honor hope hour hundred Justinian king lady light live look Lord lost mind morning Narses Neal never night o'er passed Passepartout Phileas Fogg Pickwick poems poet poor Procopius Ravenna replied Revolutionary Tribunal Robespierre Roman Rome round seemed Sicily sigh silent sleep smile soldiers song soon soul sound spirit stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought thousand Tiber tion tree troops Twas tyrant Vandals victory Vitiges voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wife wild wind young youth
Populære passager
Side 115 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Side 24 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Side 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Side 274 - The sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round! It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Side 240 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last ; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek...
Side 101 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Side 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Side 101 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Side 101 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ;— Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Side 26 - As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; Twas only that when he was off he was acting.