The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Bind 2Carson & Simpson, 1900 |
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... Father Prout ( Francis Mahony ) 197 Edward Gibbon . 129 Caroline E. S. Norton 177 George S. Hillard . 35 • Miss Ethel Lynn ( Mrs. Beers ) 417 Choice , The Bramble - Flower , The By Prayer . Captain , The ( A Legend of the English Navy ) ...
... Father Prout ( Francis Mahony ) 197 Edward Gibbon . 129 Caroline E. S. Norton 177 George S. Hillard . 35 • Miss Ethel Lynn ( Mrs. Beers ) 417 Choice , The Bramble - Flower , The By Prayer . Captain , The ( A Legend of the English Navy ) ...
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... fathers . They shed no tears , they utter no cries , they heave no groans . There is something in their hearts which passes speech . There is something in their looks , not of vengeance or submission , but of hard necessity , which ...
... fathers . They shed no tears , they utter no cries , they heave no groans . There is something in their hearts which passes speech . There is something in their looks , not of vengeance or submission , but of hard necessity , which ...
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... Father Prout ( Francis Mahony ) Edward Gibbon . Caroline E. S. Norton George S. Hillard . Miss Ethel Lynn ( Mrs. Beers ) 297 239 246 431 197 • 129 177 35 417 · Bramble - Flower , The By Prayer Captain , The ( A Legend of the English ...
... Father Prout ( Francis Mahony ) Edward Gibbon . Caroline E. S. Norton George S. Hillard . Miss Ethel Lynn ( Mrs. Beers ) 297 239 246 431 197 • 129 177 35 417 · Bramble - Flower , The By Prayer Captain , The ( A Legend of the English ...
Side 15
... Father Ryan 422 Oliver Goldsmith . 23 Sidney Smith 174 • Mary Russell Mitford 237 Judge Charlton 388 Peter Spencer 345 Thomas Hood 86 . Charles Kingsley 335 Scholar , The • Geoffrey Chaucer ( B. W. Proctor ) . 30 Sea , The . Sea - Kings ...
... Father Ryan 422 Oliver Goldsmith . 23 Sidney Smith 174 • Mary Russell Mitford 237 Judge Charlton 388 Peter Spencer 345 Thomas Hood 86 . Charles Kingsley 335 Scholar , The • Geoffrey Chaucer ( B. W. Proctor ) . 30 Sea , The . Sea - Kings ...
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... fathers . They shed no tears , Braver shed no tears , they utter no cries , they heave no groans . There is something in their hearts which passes speech . There is something in their looks , not of vengeance or submission , but of hard ...
... fathers . They shed no tears , Braver shed no tears , they utter no cries , they heave no groans . There is something in their hearts which passes speech . There is something in their looks , not of vengeance or submission , but of hard ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON arms beauty Belisarius blood body born brave breast breath bright Carthage cried dark daugh dear death died dream earth EDWARD LYTTON eyes face fair fate father fear feel fire friends Gelimer glory gold Goths hand happy hath head heard heart heat heaven Heruli honor hope hour hundred ivy green Justinian king Kirkton lady land light live look Lord mind morning Neal never night o'er once Parthenon passed Passepartout Phileas Fogg Pickwick poems poet poor racter Ravenna Revolutionary Tribunal Robespierre Roman round SAMUEL LOVER seemed sigh sleep smile soldiers song soon soul sound spirit stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought thousand Tibby tion tree troops Twas Vitiges voice wife wild wind wonder words YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young
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Side 79 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Side 79 - 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 64 - Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Side 64 - 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 15 - 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 250 - 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 287 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
Side 352 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Side 15 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers : For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Side 353 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.