The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy, Poetry, the Drama, Travel, Adventure, Fiction, Etc, Том 14American Literary Society, 1901 |
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... heard his fame ; she read his bill ; Convinced of his inferior skill , She sought his booth , and from the crowd Defied the man of art aloud . Is this , then , he so famed for sleight ? Can this slow bungler cheat your sight ? Dares he ...
... heard his fame ; she read his bill ; Convinced of his inferior skill , She sought his booth , and from the crowd Defied the man of art aloud . Is this , then , he so famed for sleight ? Can this slow bungler cheat your sight ? Dares he ...
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... heard , He sighed and cast his eyes below ; The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands , And quick as lightning on the deck he stands . So the sweet lark , high poised in air , Shuts close his pinions to his breast ( If , chance ...
... heard , He sighed and cast his eyes below ; The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands , And quick as lightning on the deck he stands . So the sweet lark , high poised in air , Shuts close his pinions to his breast ( If , chance ...
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... heard this wight on the shore recite , In a singular minor key : - " Oh , I am a cook , and a captain bold , And the mate of the Nancy brig , And a bo'sun tight , and a midshipmite , And the crew of the captain's gig . " And he shook ...
... heard this wight on the shore recite , In a singular minor key : - " Oh , I am a cook , and a captain bold , And the mate of the Nancy brig , And a bo'sun tight , and a midshipmite , And the crew of the captain's gig . " And he shook ...
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... - Foo . His flock , I've often heard him tell , ( His name was Peter ) loved him well , And summoned by the sound of bell , In crowds together came . " Oh , massa , why you go away ? WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT . 5047 The Bishop of Rum-ti-Foo.
... - Foo . His flock , I've often heard him tell , ( His name was Peter ) loved him well , And summoned by the sound of bell , In crowds together came . " Oh , massa , why you go away ? WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT . 5047 The Bishop of Rum-ti-Foo.
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... heard . Why , naughty girl , your excellent papa has pledged your hand To a promising young robber , the lieutenant of his band ! " This dreadful piece of news will pain your worthy parents so ! They are the most remunerative customers ...
... heard . Why , naughty girl , your excellent papa has pledged your hand To a promising young robber , the lieutenant of his band ! " This dreadful piece of news will pain your worthy parents so ! They are the most remunerative customers ...
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The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy ... Frank Richard Stockton,Harry Thurston Peck,Julian Hawthorne Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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Achaian Afanasy Ivanovitch Alice Altmayer Angelica Annesley arms asked Aurelian beauty began better called Captain Captain Cleggs captain's gig character child Church cried daughters dear death Diavolo EDWARD GIBBON Ellis English euphuism eyes face Faerie Queen father Faust feel fortune Frosch gave gaze gentleman Gervase girl give Goethe Greek hand happy head heart Homer horse Ivan'itch King knew labor lady land Little Russia live look Lord Macaulay maid Marlow Mephistopheles mind Miss Hardcastle never o'er Odenathus OLIVER GOLDSMITH Palmyra passed passion Petrarch Philomène play pleasure poems poet poor Pulkheria Ivanovna Queen replied Roman Rome round seemed Serlo Siebel slavery smile soon soul stood tell thee things thou thought tion took turn wife Wilhelm wonder words young youth Zenobia
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Сторінка 5176 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Сторінка 5286 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Сторінка 5046 - And pretty nigh all o' the crew was drowned (There was seventy-seven o' soul), And only ten of the Nancy's men Said 'Here!' to the muster-roll. "There was me, and the cook, and the captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, . And the crew of the captain's gig.
Сторінка 5284 - The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Сторінка 5172 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Сторінка 5174 - O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care that never must be mine, How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labor with an age of ease...
Сторінка 5286 - Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Сторінка 5288 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. Yet see how all around...
Сторінка 5176 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven...
Сторінка 5291 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.