The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Volume 4Carson & Simpson, 1900 - Literature |
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... stood the terrible Huitzilopotchli , the Mex- ican Mars , although it is doing injustice to the heroic war - god of antiquity to identify him with this sanguinary monster . the patron - deity of the nation . His fantas- tic image was ...
... stood the terrible Huitzilopotchli , the Mex- ican Mars , although it is doing injustice to the heroic war - god of antiquity to identify him with this sanguinary monster . the patron - deity of the nation . His fantas- tic image was ...
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... stood the sacred images of the presiding dei- ties . Before these towers stood the dreadful stone of sacrifice and two lofty altars , on which fires were kept as inextinguishable as those in the temple of Vesta . There were said to be ...
... stood the sacred images of the presiding dei- ties . Before these towers stood the dreadful stone of sacrifice and two lofty altars , on which fires were kept as inextinguishable as those in the temple of Vesta . There were said to be ...
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... stood beside the old highway , but had been left in the background by the Kimballton turnpike . Dominicus knew the place , and the little mare stopped short by instinct , for he was not conscious of tightening the reins . " For the soul ...
... stood beside the old highway , but had been left in the background by the Kimballton turnpike . Dominicus knew the place , and the little mare stopped short by instinct , for he was not conscious of tightening the reins . " For the soul ...
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... stood by a grave newly made , With his chin on his hand , his hand on a spade ; How vain was their boast ! for the Lord hath I knew by the gleam of his eloquent eye That his soul was instructing his lips to but spoken , And chariots and ...
... stood by a grave newly made , With his chin on his hand , his hand on a spade ; How vain was their boast ! for the Lord hath I knew by the gleam of his eloquent eye That his soul was instructing his lips to but spoken , And chariots and ...
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... stood beneath the mangoes ' shade , Half delighted and half afraid ; She trimmed the lamp and breathed on each bloom- Oh , that breath was sweeter than all their perfume- Threw spices and oil on the spire of flame , Called thrice on her ...
... stood beneath the mangoes ' shade , Half delighted and half afraid ; She trimmed the lamp and breathed on each bloom- Oh , that breath was sweeter than all their perfume- Threw spices and oil on the spire of flame , Called thrice on her ...
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Page 154 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 322 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 257 - Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! O, it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 154 - THERE was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which 'spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Page 155 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 100 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me...
Page 306 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 190 - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 473 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 309 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.