The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and with Introductions, Volume 16 |
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Page 7339
... human creature , passing over from the fetal slumber to the slumber of death , from the amnion membrane in this life to the shroud , that amnion membrane of the next ; whose eyes have closed at their first glimpse of this bright earth ...
... human creature , passing over from the fetal slumber to the slumber of death , from the amnion membrane in this life to the shroud , that amnion membrane of the next ; whose eyes have closed at their first glimpse of this bright earth ...
Page 7378
... human feeling ; if he saw his own brother writhing at his feet in the agonies of death , it would be an utter waste of pains to try to entice a single louis d'or from him , even if it were to save his brother's life . He has a heavy ...
... human feeling ; if he saw his own brother writhing at his feet in the agonies of death , it would be an utter waste of pains to try to entice a single louis d'or from him , even if it were to save his brother's life . He has a heavy ...
Page 7381
... human emotion , and hence I had not known what was the meaning of a wife's love and faithful attachment . The debt of what I owed my wife burned itself into my ungrateful heart , and also the sense of the villainous conduct to which I ...
... human emotion , and hence I had not known what was the meaning of a wife's love and faithful attachment . The debt of what I owed my wife burned itself into my ungrateful heart , and also the sense of the villainous conduct to which I ...
Page 7383
... human feeling left in your breast ? Be merciful , merciful . It is not I , but my daughter , my Angela , my innocent angelic child , whom you are plunging into ruin . Oh ! be merciful to her ; lend her , her , my Angela , the twentieth ...
... human feeling left in your breast ? Be merciful , merciful . It is not I , but my daughter , my Angela , my innocent angelic child , whom you are plunging into ruin . Oh ! be merciful to her ; lend her , her , my Angela , the twentieth ...
Page 7385
... human heart , without the mind being aware of it , permitted that to take place which had never been thought of , never been dreamed of . " The Chevalier was like a man suddenly wakened up out of a fearful dream ; he saw himself ...
... human heart , without the mind being aware of it , permitted that to take place which had never been thought of , never been dreamed of . " The Chevalier was like a man suddenly wakened up out of a fearful dream ; he saw himself ...
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Page 7351 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reach'd the caverns measureless to man, And sank...
Page 7411 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 7350 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Page 7350 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 7366 - It was August the third; And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise.
Page 7776 - And low eaves' icy fretting. It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving. For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled ; His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered;— As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked npron fingered.
Page 7528 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Page 7411 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 7412 - Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Page 7351 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware!