The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy, Poetry, the Drama, Travel, Adventure, Fiction, Etc, Volume 5American Literary Society, 1901 - Anthologies |
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Abraham Lincoln answered Apollyon Arbaces Artemus Ward asked beautiful blood called character CHARLES FARRAR BROWNE CLEMENS BRENTANO Cossacks cried dark daughter dear death died door dream Earl earth Edward Eros and Psyche eyes face father fear fell FRANCIS TREVELYAN BUCKLAND gave Giant Glaucus grew hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heathcliff heaven hero Judas Iscariot King light lion lips Little Ararat lived look Lord Louise married Montagu nature never night o'er once Pan is dead Placerville poems poet Prince Princess Rakshas round Sallust seamstress seemed silence sleep smile Somerset soul of Judas speak stood story strong tell thee things thou thought told took Topsparkle truth turned Twas Urne-Burial voice Warwick White Bear wife Wind woman word Yorkists young
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Page 1772 - inidst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 1770 - 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.
Page 1773 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again ; The eternal years of God are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Page 1770 - The hills, Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between, The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green, and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Page 1766 - Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Page 1767 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forests cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief : Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Page 1896 - Then I saw in my dream, that when they were got out of the wilderness, they presently saw a town before them, and the name of that town is Vanity ; and at the town there is a fair kept, called Vanity Fair : it is kept all the year long ; it beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where it is kept is lighter than vanity ; and also because all that is there sold, or that cometh thither, is vanity. As is the saying of the wise,
Page 1747 - To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, 'At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe: And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks; And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed) called out, Oh rats, rejoice!
Page 1740 - So the storm subsides to calm ; They see the green trees wave On the heights o'erlooking Greve : Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. " Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away ! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee ! " How hope succeeds despair on each captain's countenance ! Outburst all with one accord, " This is Paradise for Hell ! Let France, let France's King Thank the man that did the thing...
Page 1781 - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all.