The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volume 13Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 - Anthologies |
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... dead . Such is the distress of this land , through a dangerous and terrible dragon , which if he be not every day appeased with the body of a true virgin , which he devoureth down his venomous bowels , will breathe a stench from his ...
... dead . Such is the distress of this land , through a dangerous and terrible dragon , which if he be not every day appeased with the body of a true virgin , which he devoureth down his venomous bowels , will breathe a stench from his ...
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... dead body back to the city of London . St. George , with his sons and the other champions ; interred her body very honorably , and erected over the same a rich and costly monu- ment , for thereon was portrayed the Queen of Chastity with ...
... dead body back to the city of London . St. George , with his sons and the other champions ; interred her body very honorably , and erected over the same a rich and costly monu- ment , for thereon was portrayed the Queen of Chastity with ...
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... dead . This has always succeeded . " He believed me , and was resolved to try the ex- periment even on the ensuing night ; but he never repeated it : for , instead of killing the vicious little devils , it made them ten times more ...
... dead . This has always succeeded . " He believed me , and was resolved to try the ex- periment even on the ensuing night ; but he never repeated it : for , instead of killing the vicious little devils , it made them ten times more ...
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... dead tired and never meant for this kind of game , could not stir a step . On , then , as aforesaid , came Don Quixote against the wary Biscayan , with uplifted sword and a firm intention of splitting him in half , while on his side the ...
... dead tired and never meant for this kind of game , could not stir a step . On , then , as aforesaid , came Don Quixote against the wary Biscayan , with uplifted sword and a firm intention of splitting him in half , while on his side the ...
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... dead with pure joy ; and thou knowest they say sudden joy kills as well as great sorrow ; and as for Sanchica thy daughter , she leaked from sheer happiness . I had before me the suit thou didst send me , and the coral beads my lady the ...
... dead with pure joy ; and thou knowest they say sudden joy kills as well as great sorrow ; and as for Sanchica thy daughter , she leaked from sheer happiness . I had before me the suit thou didst send me , and the coral beads my lady the ...
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adventures Almodóvar del Campo answer Aramis arms Athos Austerfield believe Ben Jonson Bertel better Bianca Biscayan Busigny called captain cardinal Chimène church cried D'Artagnan dead death devil Don Quixote doth Duchess duke echo ring El Toboso enemy England envy Evadne eyes fair father fear Fernando friends gave gentlemen give Grimaud ground hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hell honor horse island James towne Kalyb keep kill King knights-errant lady leave live look lord Majesty major-domo master MATEO ALEMAN mind monatti muskets never night once Overreach persons Philaster poor Porthos Powhatan present Queen replied rest Rocinante Rodrigo Sancho Panza Scrooby señor governor sing soul speak spirit stood sweet sword tell thee thereof things thou art thought tion Tobacco took turned unto wine woods word worship
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Page 377 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Page 360 - Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Page 183 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Page 166 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath alL POEMS BY GEORGE WITHER.
Page 253 - To spend too much time in studies is sloth; to use them too much for ornament is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules is the humor of a scholar.
Page 365 - Or call up him that left half-told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife That own'd the virtuous ring and glass ; And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 359 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 165 - CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
Page 155 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Page 380 - A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, Makes that and the action fine.