The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and Critical Essays by Many Eminent Writers, Bind 12Richard Garnett Standard, 1899 - 9822 sider |
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Side 5363
... sweet bird did follow , Nor any day , for food or play , Çame to the mariners ' hollo ! The land of ice , and of fearful sounds , where no living thing was to be seen . Till a great sea bird called the Albatross came through the snow ...
... sweet bird did follow , Nor any day , for food or play , Çame to the mariners ' hollo ! The land of ice , and of fearful sounds , where no living thing was to be seen . Till a great sea bird called the Albatross came through the snow ...
Side 5371
... Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . But not by the souls of the men , nor by demons of earth or middle air , but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits , sent down by the invocation of the ...
... Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . But not by the souls of the men , nor by demons of earth or middle air , but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits , sent down by the invocation of the ...
Side 5375
... sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree . and eve- He kneels at morn , and noon , He hath a cushion plump : It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak stump . The Hermit of the Wood ...
... sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree . and eve- He kneels at morn , and noon , He hath a cushion plump : It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak stump . The Hermit of the Wood ...
Side 5396
... sweet sensibility at finding she was not utterly deserted by every human being . The carriage took the road to Parkgate , as Amanda chose to embark from thence , the journey being so much nearer to it than to Holyhead . It was now about ...
... sweet sensibility at finding she was not utterly deserted by every human being . The carriage took the road to Parkgate , as Amanda chose to embark from thence , the journey being so much nearer to it than to Holyhead . It was now about ...
Side 5400
... arch the glittering hills below , Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye , Whose sun - bright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet 5400 FROM " THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . " Thomas Campbell.
... arch the glittering hills below , Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye , Whose sun - bright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet 5400 FROM " THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . " Thomas Campbell.
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Amanda Anthony Whyte arms asked Auld Lichts Belgrave Bennet Bildad blood Bothwell Castle Braehead called Captain Charles Lamb cheers child Clive Colonel Cranium cried dead dear death door Ellerslie EMILE ZOLA Escot exclaimed eyes face father fear feel fire gave gentleman Greystock hair Halbert hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heselrigge hope hour J. M. BARRIE Lady Euphrasia Lanark Larry Larry Sweeney light living looked Lord Mortimer marriage Mary Mother master mind Miss Pratt morning nature never night novelist o'er passed Peleg Pickwick poor Queequeg replied Rory Rossville round Seagrave servant ship Sister Helen smile soldier soon soul spirit Squire Headlong Stendhal stood sure sweet tell thee thing thou thought Titmouse turned voice walked Wallace watch William WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY words young
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Side 5377 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Side 5371 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 5372 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound : It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a L, wound.
Side 5786 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there and nothing more.
Side 5368 - I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away : I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I...
Side 5423 - There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Side 5369 - The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea. PART V Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Side 5425 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Side 5632 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Side 5765 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...