Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner R.S. Peale and J.A. Hill, 1896 |
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Strana 8246
... looks on , catches the lineaments of wrath , puts on the same airs , in the circle of smaller slaves gives a loose to the worst of passions , and thus nursed , educated , and daily exercised in tyranny , cannot but be stamped by it with ...
... looks on , catches the lineaments of wrath , puts on the same airs , in the circle of smaller slaves gives a loose to the worst of passions , and thus nursed , educated , and daily exercised in tyranny , cannot but be stamped by it with ...
Strana 8260
... look of Nature for the darkened dwellers , Isaac , despite of Mrs. Pugwash , always purchased . is a common thing ... looks and balmy odors cheer and uplift the dumpish heart of man ; that make his soul stir within him ; and acknowledge ...
... look of Nature for the darkened dwellers , Isaac , despite of Mrs. Pugwash , always purchased . is a common thing ... looks and balmy odors cheer and uplift the dumpish heart of man ; that make his soul stir within him ; and acknowledge ...
Strana 8261
... look , and to drop monosyllables heavy as bullets upon the ear of the questioner . The mighty and magnificent hocus- pocus of twelvepenny magicians was scorned by Lotus . There was nothing in his look or manner that showed him DOUGLAS ...
... look , and to drop monosyllables heavy as bullets upon the ear of the questioner . The mighty and magnificent hocus- pocus of twelvepenny magicians was scorned by Lotus . There was nothing in his look or manner that showed him DOUGLAS ...
Strana 8262
... look at your tongue . ' Pugwash obediently thrust the organ forth . ' Yes , yes , as I thought . Twill do you no good to hang the rogue ; none at all . What we must do is this , we must cure you of the disease . ' - " Disease ! ' cried ...
... look at your tongue . ' Pugwash obediently thrust the organ forth . ' Yes , yes , as I thought . Twill do you no good to hang the rogue ; none at all . What we must do is this , we must cure you of the disease . ' - " Disease ! ' cried ...
Strana 8263
... in all my life . ' " Pugwash looked at his pockets , and then at the conjurer ; he was about to speak , but the fixed , earnest look of Father Lotus held him in respectful silence . " Yes , yes , ' said the wizard , DOUGLAS JERROLD 8263.
... in all my life . ' " Pugwash looked at his pockets , and then at the conjurer ; he was about to speak , but the fixed , earnest look of Father Lotus held him in respectful silence . " Yes , yes , ' said the wizard , DOUGLAS JERROLD 8263.
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Strana 8514 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.
Strana 8291 - Seven years, my lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties, of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
Strana 8358 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Strana 8505 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Strana 8502 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Strana 8561 - Yon rising Moon that looks for us again — How oft hereafter will she wax and wane ; How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden — and for one in vain ! ci.
Strana 8500 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears. For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found. In all the house was heard no human sound. A...
Strana 8347 - Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion.
Strana 8499 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedared Lebanon.
Strana 8499 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.