The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Bind 2Carson & Simpson, 1895 |
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... fears , With all its hopes for future years , Is hanging breathless on thy fate . " It is with no feeling of detraction that we can- not fail to observe how it must have been suggested by the poem of Schiller , " Das Lied von der Glocke ...
... fears , With all its hopes for future years , Is hanging breathless on thy fate . " It is with no feeling of detraction that we can- not fail to observe how it must have been suggested by the poem of Schiller , " Das Lied von der Glocke ...
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... fear toward the opposite ex- tremity , and , behold ! there came swiftly from the gloom above similar shadows , which swept hurriedly along the gallery to the right , as if borne involuntarily adown the tides of some invisible stream ...
... fear toward the opposite ex- tremity , and , behold ! there came swiftly from the gloom above similar shadows , which swept hurriedly along the gallery to the right , as if borne involuntarily adown the tides of some invisible stream ...
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... fears his fellowship to die with us . This day is called the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day and comes safe home Will stand a - tiptoe when this day is named , And rouse him at the name of Crispian . He that shall live ...
... fears his fellowship to die with us . This day is called the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day and comes safe home Will stand a - tiptoe when this day is named , And rouse him at the name of Crispian . He that shall live ...
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... fear ; Who scattered around wit and humor at will ; Whose daily bon mots half a column might fill ; A Scotchman , from pride and from prejudice free ; A scholar , yet surely no pedant was he . mind , He has not left a wiser or better ...
... fear ; Who scattered around wit and humor at will ; Whose daily bon mots half a column might fill ; A Scotchman , from pride and from prejudice free ; A scholar , yet surely no pedant was he . mind , He has not left a wiser or better ...
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... fear , His words were simple and his soul sincere . Needless was written law where none op- prest : The law of man was written in his breast . No suppliant crowds before the judge ap- peared ; No court erected yet , nor cause was heard ...
... fear , His words were simple and his soul sincere . Needless was written law where none op- prest : The law of man was written in his breast . No suppliant crowds before the judge ap- peared ; No court erected yet , nor cause was heard ...
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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
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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.