The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Bind 2Carson & Simpson, 1900 |
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... friend and the hearty grasp of a loving brother . Thus genial , pure , dig- nified , he uses neither force nor legerdemain to bring you into his moods ; what has af- fected him acts upon you - now a star - influ- ence , now " the ...
... friend and the hearty grasp of a loving brother . Thus genial , pure , dig- nified , he uses neither force nor legerdemain to bring you into his moods ; what has af- fected him acts upon you - now a star - influ- ence , now " the ...
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... friends and their homes . If they forgave not injury , neither did they for- get kindness . If their vengeance was terri- ble , their fidelity and generosity were uncon- querable also . Their love , like their hate , stopped not on this ...
... friends and their homes . If they forgave not injury , neither did they for- get kindness . If their vengeance was terri- ble , their fidelity and generosity were uncon- querable also . Their love , like their hate , stopped not on this ...
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... friends may dwell ; Darker shadows round us hover : Isle of Beauty , fare thee well ! ' Tis the hour when happy ... friend , O man ! to thee to all . JAMES BEATTIE . Such is his ideal of the poet's functions , and B 2 ISLE OF BEAUTY ...
... friends may dwell ; Darker shadows round us hover : Isle of Beauty , fare thee well ! ' Tis the hour when happy ... friend , O man ! to thee to all . JAMES BEATTIE . Such is his ideal of the poet's functions , and B 2 ISLE OF BEAUTY ...
Side 15
... friend and the hearty grasp of a loving brother . Thus genial , pure , dig- nified , he uses neither force nor legerdemain to bring you into his moods ; what has af- fected him acts upon you - now a star - influ- It is with no feeling ...
... friend and the hearty grasp of a loving brother . Thus genial , pure , dig- nified , he uses neither force nor legerdemain to bring you into his moods ; what has af- fected him acts upon you - now a star - influ- It is with no feeling ...
Side 15
... friends and their homes . If moment . Their look is onward . They they forgave not injury , neither did they for- have passed the fatal stream . It shall get kindness . If their vengeance was terri- never be repassed by them - no ...
... friends and their homes . If moment . Their look is onward . They they forgave not injury , neither did they for- have passed the fatal stream . It shall get kindness . If their vengeance was terri- never be repassed by them - no ...
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Alfred Tennyson Arbaces arms beauty Belisarius blood body born brave breath carbonic acid Carthage cold cried dark dear death died dream earth EDWARD LYTTON eyes face fair fate fear feel fire force friends Gelimer gold Goths hand happy hath head heard heart heat heaven Heruli honor hope hour human hundred Justinian king Kirkton lady land light live look Lord mind morning motion never night o'er once passed Passepartout Patie Phileas Fogg Pickwick poems poet poor Ravenna Revolutionary Tribunal Robespierre Roman round SAMUEL LOVER seemed sleep smile soldiers song Song of Hiawatha soon soul sound spirit stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought thousand Tibby tion tree troops Twas Vitiges voice wife wild wind young youth Zimri
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Side 75 - 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 75 - 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 62 - 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 62 - 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 246 - 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 286 - 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 348 - 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 349 - 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.