The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Volumen5Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... Honor de Balzac , " the Colossus of Literature , " as his enthusiasts called him , showed his qualities as a great writer of fiction in the Peau de Chagrin . A materialist , imbued with ideas which absolutely mastered him , a story ...
... Honor de Balzac , " the Colossus of Literature , " as his enthusiasts called him , showed his qualities as a great writer of fiction in the Peau de Chagrin . A materialist , imbued with ideas which absolutely mastered him , a story ...
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... honor that he would let them depart with single garments if they would deliver up their arms , they surrendered themselves ; which promise was kept by Hannibal with Punic fidelity , and he threw them all into chains . This is the ...
... honor that he would let them depart with single garments if they would deliver up their arms , they surrendered themselves ; which promise was kept by Hannibal with Punic fidelity , and he threw them all into chains . This is the ...
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... honor dwelleth hope and wait , Sigh for thy courts and gather at thy gate ; These from afar to thee their praises bring , Of thee , albeit they have not seen thee , sing ; Of thee the Father wise , the Mother mild , Thee in all children ...
... honor dwelleth hope and wait , Sigh for thy courts and gather at thy gate ; These from afar to thee their praises bring , Of thee , albeit they have not seen thee , sing ; Of thee the Father wise , the Mother mild , Thee in all children ...
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... honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself , but thee . V. MARCUS ARGENTARIUS ...
... honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself , but thee . V. MARCUS ARGENTARIUS ...
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... Honor me , or I'll set my boy Cupid on you . " Then to Venus the Muses : " To Mars chatter thus : Your urchin ne'er ventures to fly upon us . " The light and cheerful way in which poor men speak of their poverty is often pleasant . Here ...
... Honor me , or I'll set my boy Cupid on you . " Then to Venus the Muses : " To Mars chatter thus : Your urchin ne'er ventures to fly upon us . " The light and cheerful way in which poor men speak of their poverty is often pleasant . Here ...
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Página 184 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
Página 220 - 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 95 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Página 215 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear: believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Ca;sar was no less than his.
Página 192 - Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame. "Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command.
Página 220 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Página 221 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Página 191 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Página 219 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Página 220 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.