The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship: Selected from the Standard Authors of All Nations and All Time, Volumen3Ainsworth Rand Spofford Gebbie & Company, 1888 |
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... hear it , sir . dweller in a miserable slough of London , a " There was a man called Isaac Pugwash , a [ Douglas Jerrold , born in London , 3d January , 1803 ; died at Kilburn , London , 8th June . 1857. Midshipman , printer , dramatist ...
... hear it , sir . dweller in a miserable slough of London , a " There was a man called Isaac Pugwash , a [ Douglas Jerrold , born in London , 3d January , 1803 ; died at Kilburn , London , 8th June . 1857. Midshipman , printer , dramatist ...
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... hear his loud - voiced invitation to take his nosegays , his penny - roots ; and yet is it a call , a conjuration of the heart of man overlaboured and desponding - walled in by the gloom of a town - divorced from the fields and their ...
... hear his loud - voiced invitation to take his nosegays , his penny - roots ; and yet is it a call , a conjuration of the heart of man overlaboured and desponding - walled in by the gloom of a town - divorced from the fields and their ...
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... And so , " said we , " the man flourished , and the conjurer took no wages for all he did to the soul of Pugwash ? " " Hear the end , " said the Hermit . " For some time it was a growing pleasure to Pug- wash THE TRAGEDY OF THE TILL . 5.
... And so , " said we , " the man flourished , and the conjurer took no wages for all he did to the soul of Pugwash ? " " Hear the end , " said the Hermit . " For some time it was a growing pleasure to Pug- wash THE TRAGEDY OF THE TILL . 5.
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... hear of this violation of my hearth . Her I despatched as you have heard . I have broken the truth to your sweet and gentle daughter , who has acquiesced , though with sorrow . 39 " I told you that girl was no good , " said Sir John ...
... hear of this violation of my hearth . Her I despatched as you have heard . I have broken the truth to your sweet and gentle daughter , who has acquiesced , though with sorrow . 39 " I told you that girl was no good , " said Sir John ...
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... hear of your bro- Jesuits were honest stewards for the boy , ac- ther , Sir Thomas's , domestic life ? " " You will have Lady Hornbury's fortune , to throw. 66 I'll take the horse , " said his old friend , " but I won't have the groom ...
... hear of your bro- Jesuits were honest stewards for the boy , ac- ther , Sir Thomas's , domestic life ? " " You will have Lady Hornbury's fortune , to throw. 66 I'll take the horse , " said his old friend , " but I won't have the groom ...
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Página 49 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Página 282 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And 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.
Página 105 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 49 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings; Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 371 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 372 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Página 372 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Página 350 - The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. You friendly Earth, how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles?
Página 350 - Ah! you are so great, and I am so small, I tremble to think of you, World, at all; And yet, when I said my prayers to-day, A whisper inside me seemed to say, "You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!
Página 168 - And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce, Through all the Worlds.