The World's Progress: With Illustrative Texts from Masterpieces of Egyptian, Hebrew, Greek, Latin, Modern European and American Literature; Fully Illustrated, Part 10Delphian Society, 1911 - Civilization |
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... door , shut it again , stamped with my feet , and the merciless clock kept up an incessant laughter at my anxiety , with its eternal click - clack . At length forth came the smooth - shaven alderman , as smooth about the gills as a new ...
... door , shut it again , stamped with my feet , and the merciless clock kept up an incessant laughter at my anxiety , with its eternal click - clack . At length forth came the smooth - shaven alderman , as smooth about the gills as a new ...
Page 72
... door , in white letters , " Thou wilt find everything at the custom - house . " " Drive , " I cried again , " to the custom - house , as if death was at your heels ! ' ' Chance had given me the most rapid carriage in all Copen- hagen ...
... door , in white letters , " Thou wilt find everything at the custom - house . " " Drive , " I cried again , " to the custom - house , as if death was at your heels ! ' ' Chance had given me the most rapid carriage in all Copen- hagen ...
Page 76
... door , It crossed my mind how solemnly and often Thou vowedst that no one's love was true as thine ; Full well I know that love can often change To hate ; but let it now be put unto the proof . Here am I , Thora . If thou wilt shelter ...
... door , It crossed my mind how solemnly and often Thou vowedst that no one's love was true as thine ; Full well I know that love can often change To hate ; but let it now be put unto the proof . Here am I , Thora . If thou wilt shelter ...
Page 88
... the virgin trod within the door , Sun - like she shone so mild ; But Sir Carl's false heart within his breast It lay on the bier and smiled ! [ advice [ ask And the virgin up to his head she stepped , 88 THE WORLD'S PROGRESS .
... the virgin trod within the door , Sun - like she shone so mild ; But Sir Carl's false heart within his breast It lay on the bier and smiled ! [ advice [ ask And the virgin up to his head she stepped , 88 THE WORLD'S PROGRESS .
Page 89
... door she went , And good - night bade her sisters last ; But Sir Carl , who upon his bier was laid , He sprang up and held her fast ! " Now carry out my bier again , Come pour the mead and wine ; For to - morrow shall my wedding stand ...
... door she went , And good - night bade her sisters last ; But Sir Carl , who upon his bier was laid , He sprang up and held her fast ! " Now carry out my bier again , Come pour the mead and wine ; For to - morrow shall my wedding stand ...
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Page 413 - But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city.
Page 347 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 397 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new. Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 305 - 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 386 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen.
Page 328 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 265 - So much for Industry, my Friends, and Attention to one's own Business; but to these we must add Frugality, if we would make our Industry more certainly successful. A Man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, keep his Nose all his Life to the Grindstone, and die not worth a Groat at last. A fat Kitchen makes a lean Will...
Page 347 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 344 - And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me — filled me — with fantastic terrors never felt before ; So that now, to still the beating of my heart. I stood repeating " "Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is, and nothing more.
Page 305 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist . Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...