The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Volumen18Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... fight o'er th ' extinguished war , And show where honor bled in ev'ry scar . But though bare merit might in Rome appear The strongest plea for favor , ' tis not here ; We form our judgment in another way ; And they will best succeed who ...
... fight o'er th ' extinguished war , And show where honor bled in ev'ry scar . But though bare merit might in Rome appear The strongest plea for favor , ' tis not here ; We form our judgment in another way ; And they will best succeed who ...
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... fight ? But stop , O mighty stream , in thy course ! Does not Lathmon behold . these sails ? Why dost thou vanish , Lathmon , like the mist of the lake ? But the squally storm is behind thee ; Fingal pursues thy steps ! The king of ...
... fight ? But stop , O mighty stream , in thy course ! Does not Lathmon behold . these sails ? Why dost thou vanish , Lathmon , like the mist of the lake ? But the squally storm is behind thee ; Fingal pursues thy steps ! The king of ...
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... when he came in his locks of age . " Chief of roaring Strumon ! " said the rising soul of Fin- gal , “ do I behold thee in arms , after thy strength has failed ? Often has Morni shone in fight , like the beam 72 A POEM OF OSSIAN .
... when he came in his locks of age . " Chief of roaring Strumon ! " said the rising soul of Fin- gal , “ do I behold thee in arms , after thy strength has failed ? Often has Morni shone in fight , like the beam 72 A POEM OF OSSIAN .
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... fight . His renown will be a light to my soul , in the dark hour of my departure . O that the name of Morni were forgot among the people ! that the heroes would only say , ' Behold the father of Gaul ! " " " King of Strumon , " Fingal ...
... fight . His renown will be a light to my soul , in the dark hour of my departure . O that the name of Morni were forgot among the people ! that the heroes would only say , ' Behold the father of Gaul ! " " " King of Strumon , " Fingal ...
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... a shade away . But the fame of Ossian shall rise ! His deeds shall be like his father's . Let us rush in our arms ; son of Morni , let us rush to fight . Gaul if thou shouldst return , go to Selma's lofty hall 74 A POEM OF OSSIAN .
... a shade away . But the fame of Ossian shall rise ! His deeds shall be like his father's . Let us rush in our arms ; son of Morni , let us rush to fight . Gaul if thou shouldst return , go to Selma's lofty hall 74 A POEM OF OSSIAN .
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Acres America arms better Britain British called charms Clinker colonies cried dear death Elmira England English eyes father Faulkland favor fear feel fight Fingal followed force Gaul gentleman George Grenville give Green Mountain Boys hand happy Harley hath hear heart heaven honor hope horse House of Commons Humphry Humphry Clinker king ladies land Lathmon laws liberty live look Lord madam Madame du Deffand Malaprop Marlow ment mind minister Miss Hardcastle Morni nature never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH Ossian pain parliament passion peace person Philoctetes pleasure political poor Redgauntlet replied Roxalana seemed side Sir Lucius slaves Soliman soul spirit Strawberry Hill sultan sword tears tell thee things thou thought thousand tion turn uncle Toby voice Walpole Whig whole wife wish word
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Página 184 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 385 - If I were an American as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never!
Página 184 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Página 337 - Gentlemen may cry peace, peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take ; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me...
Página 183 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Página 189 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around ; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
Página 28 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope ; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia.
Página 89 - A weary waste expanding to the skies : Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Página 182 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
Página 92 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.