J.M. Bellew's Readings from American AuthorsEdinburgh publishing Company, 1879 - 63 páginas |
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
J. M. Bellew's Readings from American Authors John Chippendall Montesquieu Bellew Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
BELLEW'S READINGS Book of Scottish Brought to Bay channel CHAPTER ON GESTURE Cloth Extra Corner in front cornice dead Details of Gesture EDINBURGH PUBLISHING COMPANY Edition ELIHU BURRITT extra Crown 8vo extreme Left extreme Right eyes Face Centre Fancy Boards feet fiddle foot gain he cuts glance glass graceful Handsome Volume HARVARD COLLEGE hath head heard heart Heaven Hurrah Imitate Left Corner left hand LEO ROSS light limestone Look and point MAUD MÜLLER meadow miles Miserere monotone mother NATURAL BRIDGE never o'er ordinary toilet table piece poems point with right Price 6d PUBLIC READINGS recital Roger room in front rope scene Scene.-The Sculptor's Funeral SCULPTOR'S LAST HOUR shade Sheridan shouting sigh SIMPKIN sitting Small Crown 8vo soda water song soul stand statue steed story stranger Sweep sweet tell THOMAS BUCHANAN READ town tyro Unconsoled Upper Angle vast arch voice warder's Wave right hand Winchester word
Pasajes populares
Página 28 - Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only,
Página 49 - Still sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering south, The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster; The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Página 27 - And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain "Ah, that I were free again! "Free as when I rode that day, Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay." She wedded a man unlearned and poor, And many children played round her door. But care and sorrow, and childbirth pain, Left their traces on heart and brain. And oft, when the summer sun shone hot On the new-mown hay in the meadow lot, And she heard the little...
Página 25 - The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill, And saw Maud Muller standing still : "A form more fair, a face more sweet, Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet. And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as she is fair.
Página 24 - He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees, Of the singing birds and the humming bees ; Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether The cloud in the west would bring foul weather. And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown, And her graceful ankles bare and brown, And listened, while a pleased surprise Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.
Página 33 - I'd sell out heaven for something warm To prop a horrible inward sinking. Is there a way to forget to think? At your age, sir: home, fortune, friends, A dear girl's love — but I took to drink; The same old story; you know how it ends. If you could have seen these classic features — You...
Página 41 - Had that glance lasted a moment, that moment would have been his last. He clings with a convulsive shudder to his little niche in the rock. An awful abyss awaits his almost certain fall. He is faint with severe exertion, and trembling from the sudden view of the dreadful destruction to which he is exposed. His knife is worn half-way to the haft.
Página 24 - He would dress me up in silks so fine, And praise and toast me at his wine. "My father should wear a broadcloth coat; My brother should sail a painted boat.
Página 26 - Oft, when the wine in his glass was red, He longed for the wayside well instead ; And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms, To dream of meadows and clover-blooms. And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain • "Ah, that I were free again ! " Free as when I rode that day, Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay:" She wedded a man unlearned and poor, And many children played round her door.
Página 49 - Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away. Under his spurning feet the road Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind; And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eyes full of fire.