The Flowers of Literature: Consisting of Selections from History, Biography, Poetry, and Romance; Jeux D'esprit, Traditionary Relics, and Essays, with Translations from Approved Authors, Том 1 |
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The old lady in her turn now stared with astonishment . She tore the few hairs that time had yet left on her head , and when her son returned to claim his beautiful bride , taxed him with sullying the honour of his family , by marrying ...
The old lady in her turn now stared with astonishment . She tore the few hairs that time had yet left on her head , and when her son returned to claim his beautiful bride , taxed him with sullying the honour of his family , by marrying ...
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turning its trip into a strut , like a Lilliputian grenadier , trying to knit its brow , and flourishing its little falchion at an overgrown victim of its vengeance , who was bending half way down , to hear more distinctly the penny ...
turning its trip into a strut , like a Lilliputian grenadier , trying to knit its brow , and flourishing its little falchion at an overgrown victim of its vengeance , who was bending half way down , to hear more distinctly the penny ...
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in no written code , nor even made public by proclamation , they are only promulgated by whispers , an obscure sign , or turn of the eye , which those only who have the happiness to stand near the queen can catch with any degree of ...
in no written code , nor even made public by proclamation , they are only promulgated by whispers , an obscure sign , or turn of the eye , which those only who have the happiness to stand near the queen can catch with any degree of ...
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... and I was told that a young votary was approaching ; I turned my head , and saw a light figure , the folds of whose garment showed the elegant turn of the limbs they covered , tripping along with the step of a nymph .
... and I was told that a young votary was approaching ; I turned my head , and saw a light figure , the folds of whose garment showed the elegant turn of the limbs they covered , tripping along with the step of a nymph .
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Standing close to the door , as if fearful of advancing , he cast a most suspicious glance from his little grey eyes , which , from the bend of his body , he was obliged to turn upwards , while a sudden blush reddened his wrinkled ...
Standing close to the door , as if fearful of advancing , he cast a most suspicious glance from his little grey eyes , which , from the bend of his body , he was obliged to turn upwards , while a sudden blush reddened his wrinkled ...
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Сторінка 326 - 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 Blush'd 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...
Сторінка 59 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Сторінка 93 - As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin, that made the gloom more ghastly, every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster, I was particularly struck with a short one related by the captain.
Сторінка 327 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Сторінка 326 - 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 ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! They come ! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering...
Сторінка 184 - O'erthrew Osiris, Orus, Apis, Isis, And shook the pyramids with fear and wonder When the gigantic Memnon fell asunder...
Сторінка 326 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Сторінка 183 - Revisiting the glimpses of the moon, Not like thin ghosts, or disembodied creatures, But with thy bones and flesh, and limbs and features. Tell us, for doubtless thou canst recollect, To whom should we assign the Sphinx's...
Сторінка 325 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Сторінка 325 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...