Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volumen7Jeannette Leonard Gilder Christian Herald, 1910 |
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... Dead . Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day . Sweet and Twenty . Ariel's Song . Hark ! Hark ! the Lark ! Crabbed Age ..nd Youth . Iago's Soldier Songs . 276 INDEX TO TITLES Advent of Man , The Amy Robsart's 2 INDEX TO AUTHORS.
... Dead . Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day . Sweet and Twenty . Ariel's Song . Hark ! Hark ! the Lark ! Crabbed Age ..nd Youth . Iago's Soldier Songs . 276 INDEX TO TITLES Advent of Man , The Amy Robsart's 2 INDEX TO AUTHORS.
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... Thee to a Summer Day , Charles Reade William Shakespeare 75 129 Jean P. F. Richter 144 316 William Shakespeare 276 William Shakespeare 300 Johann C. F. von Schiller 225 Southern Refrain , A Speech of Caius Marius to the Storming of the ...
... Thee to a Summer Day , Charles Reade William Shakespeare 75 129 Jean P. F. Richter 144 316 William Shakespeare 276 William Shakespeare 300 Johann C. F. von Schiller 225 Southern Refrain , A Speech of Caius Marius to the Storming of the ...
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... shade ; In all their gushing joy Here , too , my sisters played ; My mother kissed me here ; My father pressed my hand— Forgive this foolish tear , VOL . VII . And let that old oak stand ! 5 My heart - strings round thee cling , Close as.
... shade ; In all their gushing joy Here , too , my sisters played ; My mother kissed me here ; My father pressed my hand— Forgive this foolish tear , VOL . VII . And let that old oak stand ! 5 My heart - strings round thee cling , Close as.
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Jeannette Leonard Gilder. My heart - strings round thee cling , Close as thy bark , old friend ! Here shall the wild - bird sing , And still thy branches bend . Old tree ! the storm still brave ; And , woodman , leave the spot ! While I ...
Jeannette Leonard Gilder. My heart - strings round thee cling , Close as thy bark , old friend ! Here shall the wild - bird sing , And still thy branches bend . Old tree ! the storm still brave ; And , woodman , leave the spot ! While I ...
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... thee here , An empty dream of some artificer ? " O , great one , some men love , and are ashamed ; Some men are weary of the bonds of love ; Yea , and by some men lightly art thou blamed , That from thy toils their lives they cannot ...
... thee here , An empty dream of some artificer ? " O , great one , some men love , and are ashamed ; Some men are weary of the bonds of love ; Yea , and by some men lightly art thou blamed , That from thy toils their lives they cannot ...
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Annabel Lee Anne arms Barneveld beautiful behold bells blessed blood boat bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee born breath Brutus Cæsar Christie coppice cried dark dead death deed door dreams earth Evandale eyes face fair Falstaff father fear feel fill foot Francisco de Toledo friends GEORGE POPE MORRIS Gerard give grace hand happy head hear heard heart heaven honor Ipsden Ivanhoe JEAN RACINE JOHN GODFREY SAXE JULIET King kritters Lelio light listen live Lochinvar look Lord Martin Master mind morning never Nevermore Newhaven night o'er passion Prince Quoth the Raven Rebecca replied rise ROMEO round saddle your horses seemed side Slen soul sound speak stand sweet Sybrandt tears tell thee thing thou art thought Timothy tree tremble truth voice whispered wind word young youth
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Página 315 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 302 - The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes...
Página 80 - 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.
Página 271 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 81 - 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!
Página 276 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he Is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Página 296 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Página 312 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Página 5 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE GOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Página 315 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet, to times in hope5 my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.