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 Spartan who suffered the fox to eat into his vitals did not bear pain with greater resolution : and as the Spartan mothers brought their children to be scourged at the altar of Diana , so do the mothers - here bring their children ...
The Spartan who suffered the fox to eat into his vitals did not bear pain with greater resolution : and as the Spartan mothers brought their children to be scourged at the altar of Diana , so do the mothers - here bring their children ...
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... that in all his trials he invariably preserved the same philosophical equanimity , nor ever suffered his reiterated disappointments to cool his philanthropic ardour , or diminish his favourable opinion of mankind .
... that in all his trials he invariably preserved the same philosophical equanimity , nor ever suffered his reiterated disappointments to cool his philanthropic ardour , or diminish his favourable opinion of mankind .
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Upon this mare he used to go about for orders , attending the gentlemen's hunters round the country , and what not ; but never suffered any body to mount her without it was himself . He had only to call out Polly , and she would come ...
Upon this mare he used to go about for orders , attending the gentlemen's hunters round the country , and what not ; but never suffered any body to mount her without it was himself . He had only to call out Polly , and she would come ...
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Fanny ! cried the agonised mother ; why did they suffer- -she could not utter a word more ; but overcome by her feelings , rushed out of the room , and locked herself into her own chamber . The child , it seems , had seized the old ...
Fanny ! cried the agonised mother ; why did they suffer- -she could not utter a word more ; but overcome by her feelings , rushed out of the room , and locked herself into her own chamber . The child , it seems , had seized the old ...
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... that it was more beautiful than any thing which he could describe or they conceive ; that the inhabitants appeared to be in a state of the most perfect happiness ; that he was suffered to remain there three or four hours , and was ...
... that it was more beautiful than any thing which he could describe or they conceive ; that the inhabitants appeared to be in a state of the most perfect happiness ; that he was suffered to remain there three or four hours , and was ...
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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...
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| Назва | 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 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, William Oxberry Том 1 з серії The flowers of literature, William Henry Oxberry |
| Автор | William Oxberry |
| Видання | 2 |
| Видавець | T. Tegg, 1824 |
| Оригінал із | Гарвардський університет |
| Оцифровано | 16 лис. 2007 |
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