Library of the World's Best Literature: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne R. S. Peale and J. A. Hill, 1897 - Anthologies |
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Page 12645
... arms for service , and gave to the feeble dog a sup of water . The Prophet revealed of his future condition , that the Supreme Judge had for this act pardoned his sins . Oh , if thou hast been a hard man , bethink thee ; learn to be ...
... arms for service , and gave to the feeble dog a sup of water . The Prophet revealed of his future condition , that the Supreme Judge had for this act pardoned his sins . Oh , if thou hast been a hard man , bethink thee ; learn to be ...
Page 12672
... arm - chair where his mother would sit , relating to him tales that made him marvel . Then they would speak about the first signs of his awakening genius . Never was the childhood of a god studied and watched in its minutest details ...
... arm - chair where his mother would sit , relating to him tales that made him marvel . Then they would speak about the first signs of his awakening genius . Never was the childhood of a god studied and watched in its minutest details ...
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... arm , he sprang on the ice like a very son of the gods . Ah , Bettina ! if you had only seen him ! Nothing could have been finer . I clapped my hands with joy . All my life I shall see him as he was then , proceeding from one archway ...
... arm , he sprang on the ice like a very son of the gods . Ah , Bettina ! if you had only seen him ! Nothing could have been finer . I clapped my hands with joy . All my life I shall see him as he was then , proceeding from one archway ...
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... arms round his neck , and he drew me on his knee , pressing me to his heart . " - In reading this scene , we must remember that it took place in Germany , not in France ! She remained long enough on his shoulder to fall asleep ; for she ...
... arms round his neck , and he drew me on his knee , pressing me to his heart . " - In reading this scene , we must remember that it took place in Germany , not in France ! She remained long enough on his shoulder to fall asleep ; for she ...
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... arms crossed behind his back , pacing slowly , as if he could so make the narrow space which he was permitted to perambulate seem larger . Spring announced its coming ; a softer air dilated his lungs ; and to live free , and be master ...
... arms crossed behind his back , pacing slowly , as if he could so make the narrow space which he was permitted to perambulate seem larger . Spring announced its coming ; a softer air dilated his lungs ; and to live free , and be master ...
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Popular passages
Page 13219 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 13218 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Page 13221 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 13195 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 13065 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping.
Page 13200 - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
Page 13205 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
Page 13221 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Page 13215 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 13219 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?