Gems from the Best Authors, Grave and GayCassell & Company, 1887 - 376 sider |
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... sound . humor outlasts the ages , braving translator and commentator alike . Old Aristo- phanes can tickle us yet ; Dogberry's charge to the watch and M. Jourdain's delight in his native talent for prose are a joy forever . If ...
... sound . humor outlasts the ages , braving translator and commentator alike . Old Aristo- phanes can tickle us yet ; Dogberry's charge to the watch and M. Jourdain's delight in his native talent for prose are a joy forever . If ...
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... sound asleep . She kenn'd nae mair , nor opened her ee , Till waked by the hymns of a far countrye . She woke on a couch of the silk sae slim , All striped wi ' the bars of the rainbow's rim ; And lovely beings round were rife , Who ...
... sound asleep . She kenn'd nae mair , nor opened her ee , Till waked by the hymns of a far countrye . She woke on a couch of the silk sae slim , All striped wi ' the bars of the rainbow's rim ; And lovely beings round were rife , Who ...
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... sound or sight ; They seemed to split the gales of air , And yet nor gale nor breeze was there . Unnumbered groves below them grew ; They came , they passed , and backward flew , Like floods of blossoms gliding on , A moment seen , in a ...
... sound or sight ; They seemed to split the gales of air , And yet nor gale nor breeze was there . Unnumbered groves below them grew ; They came , they passed , and backward flew , Like floods of blossoms gliding on , A moment seen , in a ...
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... sound asleep ; And when she awakened , she lay her lane , All happed with flowers in the green - wood wene . When seven lang years had come and fled ; When grief was calm , and hope was dead ; When scarce was remembered Kilmeny's name ...
... sound asleep ; And when she awakened , she lay her lane , All happed with flowers in the green - wood wene . When seven lang years had come and fled ; When grief was calm , and hope was dead ; When scarce was remembered Kilmeny's name ...
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... sound indicative of approaching danger . Startled from their roosting - places amongst the shrubs of the narrow strip of land along which we advanced , gongs , came pealing through the still night air , not only in our rear , but far ...
... sound indicative of approaching danger . Startled from their roosting - places amongst the shrubs of the narrow strip of land along which we advanced , gongs , came pealing through the still night air , not only in our rear , but far ...
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answered arms asked boat Brer Fox Brer Rabbit Captain Captain Carey child Colonsay Conway cried dear Dick Dick Fitzgerald door EGER eyes F. C. BURNAND face father feel feet fell fellow felt fire Fraser Fu-chow Garstang give goblin Gordon Browne Guestwick hand happy Hawk-eye head hear heard heart Heaven honour Huldy Jack knew lady Lancelot laugh light lillibullero lips looked Lord master Mayford Merrow mind Miss morning Mortemar never night once Pennicuick poor replied roar rose round rush seemed sezee shouted side Simon Clegg sleep smile sound stood Stormy Petrel sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought took turned Uncle Remus ventriloquist voice walked watch wife wind woman word young
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Side 179 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Side 204 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Side 179 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! XXII.
Side 165 - MULLER, on a summer's day, Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health. Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast,— A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
Side 44 - Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Side 45 - She struck, where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks they gored her side, Like the horns of an angry bull.
Side 180 - The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Side 361 - Cold is thy brow, my son, and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet 'my father,' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom!
Side 45 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Side 179 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...