The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Том 2Carson & Simpson, 1895 |
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... Tell me not of Lofty Fate . Old Corporal ( From the French of Pierre Jean de Beranger ) Old Age and Death Oneyda Chief's War - Song , The Out of the Depths Out of Shadow Over the River Painter , The Painter of Seville , The Palemon and ...
... Tell me not of Lofty Fate . Old Corporal ( From the French of Pierre Jean de Beranger ) Old Age and Death Oneyda Chief's War - Song , The Out of the Depths Out of Shadow Over the River Painter , The Painter of Seville , The Palemon and ...
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... Tell Me , Ye Winged Winds There is no Death There is Nothing Else but Justice There's no Dearth of Kindness Thousand Years Ago , A ; or , The Ivy and the Bell . Three Kingdoms of Nature ( From the German of Lessing ) Time , the Old ...
... Tell Me , Ye Winged Winds There is no Death There is Nothing Else but Justice There's no Dearth of Kindness Thousand Years Ago , A ; or , The Ivy and the Bell . Three Kingdoms of Nature ( From the German of Lessing ) Time , the Old ...
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... tell what I think of the of brains ; Our Will shall be wild - fowl of excellent flavor , Here lies the good Dean , " reunited to earth , And Dick with his pepper shall heighten the Who mixed reason with pleasure and wisdom with mirth ...
... tell what I think of the of brains ; Our Will shall be wild - fowl of excellent flavor , Here lies the good Dean , " reunited to earth , And Dick with his pepper shall heighten the Who mixed reason with pleasure and wisdom with mirth ...
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... tell you my What pity , alas ! that so lib'ral a mind Where children spell athwart the churchyard | Oft through the. ing , Here Hickey reclines , a most blunt pleasant creature , And slander itself must allow him good na- ture ; hard of ...
... tell you my What pity , alas ! that so lib'ral a mind Where children spell athwart the churchyard | Oft through the. ing , Here Hickey reclines , a most blunt pleasant creature , And slander itself must allow him good na- ture ; hard of ...
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... Tell me , that I too may admire And venerate his fame . " merry , Hard on the foe's rear pressed , A blundering rascal of a janizary Shot through our captain's breast . " At once across my horse I hove him- The same would he have done ...
... Tell me , that I too may admire And venerate his fame . " merry , Hard on the foe's rear pressed , A blundering rascal of a janizary Shot through our captain's breast . " At once across my horse I hove him- The same would he have done ...
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Сторінка 115 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Сторінка 24 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Сторінка 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Сторінка 274 - The sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round! It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Сторінка 240 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last ; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek...
Сторінка 101 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Сторінка 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Сторінка 101 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Сторінка 101 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ;— Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Сторінка 26 - As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; Twas only that when he was off he was acting.