Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-Z

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Charles Dudley Warner
R.S. Peale and J.A. Hill, 1896
 

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Strana 6990 - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
Strana 6864 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Strana 6868 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Strana 6830 - 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.
Strana 6697 - Sitting by a river's side, Where a silent stream did glide, Muse I did of many things, That the mind in quiet brings. I 'gan think how some men deem Gold their god ; and some esteem Honour is the chief content, That to man in life is lent. And some others do contend, Quiet none, like to a friend. Others hold, there is no wealth Compared to a perfect health. Some man's mind in quiet stands, When he is lord of many lands : But I did sigh, and said all this...
Strana 6862 - Suliote band, True as the steel of their tried blades, Heroes in heart and hand. There had the Persian's thousands stood, There had the glad earth drunk their blood On old...
Strana 6988 - ... found within a tunnel near the tenement of Jones. Then Brown he read a paper, and he reconstructed there, From those same bones, an animal that was extremely rare; And Jones then asked the Chair for a suspension of the rules, Till he could prove that those same bones was one of his lost mules. Then Brown he smiled a bitter smile...
Strana 6865 - Yet read the names that know not death ; Few nobler ones than Burns are there; And few have won a greener wreath Than that which binds his hair.
Strana 6862 - AT MIDNIGHT, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power.
Strana 6830 - And then he said he would go to sleep. He bent me down over him and kissed me; and he said, ' Look in my Bible, Danforth, when I am gone.

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