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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... heart to see thee thus : Be comforted , relief is near ; For all your friends are in the rear . " She next the stately Bull implored ; And thus replied the mighty lord : - " Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you ...
... heart to see thee thus : Be comforted , relief is near ; For all your friends are in the rear . " She next the stately Bull implored ; And thus replied the mighty lord : - " Since every beast alive can tell That I sincerely wish you ...
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... heart : But dearest friends , alas ! must part . How shall we all lament ! Adieu ! For see , the hounds are just in view . " THE SICK MAN AND THE ANGEL . Is there no hope ? the Sick Man said . The silent doctor shook his head , And took ...
... heart : But dearest friends , alas ! must part . How shall we all lament ! Adieu ! For see , the hounds are just in view . " THE SICK MAN AND THE ANGEL . Is there no hope ? the Sick Man said . The silent doctor shook his head , And took ...
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... And ' tis a counter now again . A guinea with her touch you see Take ev'ry shape but Charity ; And not one thing you saw , or drew , But changed from what was first in view . The Juggler now , in grief of heart , With JOHN GAY . 4999.
... And ' tis a counter now again . A guinea with her touch you see Take ev'ry shape but Charity ; And not one thing you saw , or drew , But changed from what was first in view . The Juggler now , in grief of heart , With JOHN GAY . 4999.
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... heart , With this submission owned her art . Can I such matchless sleight withstand ? How practice hath improved your hand ! But now and then I cheat the throng ; You every day , and all day long . SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO BLACK ...
... heart , With this submission owned her art . Can I such matchless sleight withstand ? How practice hath improved your hand ! But now and then I cheat the throng ; You every day , and all day long . SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO BLACK ...
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... heart its sadness would not own , He drank , and laughed aloud , and sang and played , To weep throughout the night alone . What though an angel whispered in her ear , " Stretch out thy hand , he's faithful still to thee , " What though ...
... heart its sadness would not own , He drank , and laughed aloud , and sang and played , To weep throughout the night alone . What though an angel whispered in her ear , " Stretch out thy hand , he's faithful still to thee , " What though ...
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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.