Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Том 39Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 |
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... WOODS 1859- 16153 Esther Vanhomrigh's Confession to Dean Swift ( Esther Vanhomrigh ' ) CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON 1848-1894 16165 Rodman the Keeper WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 1770-1850 16193 BY FREDERIC W. H. MYERS Lines Composed a Few Miles ...
... WOODS 1859- 16153 Esther Vanhomrigh's Confession to Dean Swift ( Esther Vanhomrigh ' ) CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON 1848-1894 16165 Rodman the Keeper WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 1770-1850 16193 BY FREDERIC W. H. MYERS Lines Composed a Few Miles ...
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... WOODS 1859- 16153 Esther Vanhomrigh's Confession to Dean Swift ( ' Esther Vanhomrigh ' ) CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON 1848-1894 16165 Rodman the Keeper WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 1770-1850 16193 BY FREDERIC W. H. MYERS Lines Composed a Few Miles ...
... WOODS 1859- 16153 Esther Vanhomrigh's Confession to Dean Swift ( ' Esther Vanhomrigh ' ) CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON 1848-1894 16165 Rodman the Keeper WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 1770-1850 16193 BY FREDERIC W. H. MYERS Lines Composed a Few Miles ...
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... wood , which was then burned . He gives a statement of the Hebrews that Lot's wife received her peculiar punishment because she had refused to add salt to the food of the angels when they visited her ; and he preaches a short sermon ...
... wood , which was then burned . He gives a statement of the Hebrews that Lot's wife received her peculiar punishment because she had refused to add salt to the food of the angels when they visited her ; and he preaches a short sermon ...
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... wood , and a long hanging wood called the Hanger . The covert of this eminence is altogether beech ; the most lovely of all forest trees , whether we consider its smooth rind or bark , its glossy foliage , or graceful pendulous boughs ...
... wood , and a long hanging wood called the Hanger . The covert of this eminence is altogether beech ; the most lovely of all forest trees , whether we consider its smooth rind or bark , its glossy foliage , or graceful pendulous boughs ...
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... woods . Each chapter is a ramble in rural Eng- land . It is a home - like work , because it tells of things that keen eyes might see from the cottage window , or perhaps no farther than the garden dial , or the graves in the ancient ...
... woods . Each chapter is a ramble in rural Eng- land . It is a home - like work , because it tells of things that keen eyes might see from the cottage window , or perhaps no farther than the garden dial , or the graves in the ancient ...
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Adèle Adoniram ain't barn beautiful bird Bobbo captain character charm CHRISTOPHER MARTIN WIELAND CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON Cumnor dark dead Dead Sea death Dominique door earth Émile Zola England Ephraim Esther Vanhomrigh eyes face father feel Françoise Gagny GEORGE WITHER give gone grave hand head hear heard heart heaven horse human keeper King light literary literature living looked Mary Wollstonecraft mind Monsieur Doblay Monsieur le Juge mother NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS nature never night numbers o'er old Merlier once OWEN WISTER passed poems poet poetry poor Queen Richard Grant White Rodman round seemed silence sing sleep soldiers song soul Specimen Jones spirit stood sweet Tavernier thee Theodore Winthrop things thou thought Tickler tion trees truth turned verse voice walked whole wife women woods words write Xenophon young
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Сторінка 16209 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Сторінка 16210 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Сторінка 15914 - God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Сторінка 15899 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Сторінка 16213 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy ; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Сторінка 16209 - The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Сторінка 16209 - Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity 1 There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms,...
Сторінка 16199 - I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified : We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
Сторінка 15896 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
Сторінка 15922 - ... sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides ! Still...