Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, כרך 8Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George Henry Warner J. A. Hill, 1902 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 67
עמוד 3127
... called her to repovizóv . To this he has joined will , to which choice belongs . Man excelled in these noble endowments in his primitive condition , when reason , intelligence , prudence , and judgment not only sufficed for the ...
... called her to repovizóv . To this he has joined will , to which choice belongs . Man excelled in these noble endowments in his primitive condition , when reason , intelligence , prudence , and judgment not only sufficed for the ...
עמוד 3129
... called cantigas de amigo , songs of charming simplicity of form and naïveté of spirit in which a woman addresses her lover either in a monologue or in a dialogue . It is this native poetry , still echoed in the modern folk - song of ...
... called cantigas de amigo , songs of charming simplicity of form and naïveté of spirit in which a woman addresses her lover either in a monologue or in a dialogue . It is this native poetry , still echoed in the modern folk - song of ...
עמוד 3130
... called the father of the Portuguese drama , and who , next to Camoens , is the greatest figure of this period . Its real initiator , however , was Francesco Sa ' de Miranda ( 1495-1557 ) who , on his return from a six - years ' study in ...
... called the father of the Portuguese drama , and who , next to Camoens , is the greatest figure of this period . Its real initiator , however , was Francesco Sa ' de Miranda ( 1495-1557 ) who , on his return from a six - years ' study in ...
עמוד 3131
... called " Arcadia , " little of literary interest was produced until the appearance , at the end of the century , of Francisco Manoel de Nascimento and Manoel Maria Barbosa du Bocage , two poets of decided talent who connect this period ...
... called " Arcadia , " little of literary interest was produced until the appearance , at the end of the century , of Francisco Manoel de Nascimento and Manoel Maria Barbosa du Bocage , two poets of decided talent who connect this period ...
עמוד 3133
... called the Grotto of Camoens , the exiled poet finished the first six cantos of his great epic The Lusiads . ' Recalled from this post in 1558 , before the expiration of his term , on the charge of malversation of office , Camoens on ...
... called the Grotto of Camoens , the exiled poet finished the first six cantos of his great epic The Lusiads . ' Recalled from this post in 1558 , before the expiration of his term , on the charge of malversation of office , Camoens on ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Alice arms battle beautiful Benvenuto BENVENUTO CELLINI brave brother Caen called Camoens Carlyle Catullus Celtic Celtic literature century Charlotte Corday cried Dante dark dead death divine Don Quixote Duchess Duke earth eyes famous father fire friends Gaelic Gardes Françaises gave give governor hand head heard heart heaven hero hope Irish Irish poetry island Italian JACOB CATS King knight-errant La Mancha lady Launay light literary literature living look Lord lyric Mabinogion master mind nature never night noble o'er once Ossian passion poems poet poetry poor prose Queen Meave Red Branch replied romances roof round Sancho Panza señor silent song sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Taliesin tell Teresa thee things thou thought tion took Translation true truth turned verse Welsh whole wind words youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 3174 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
עמוד 3319 - You are old. Father William,' the young man said, 'And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head — Do you think, at your age, it is right?' " 'In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, 'I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.
עמוד 3177 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the...
עמוד 3195 - Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeRoad, what hard work 'tis crying all day, 'Knives and Scissors to grind, O'! "Tell me, Knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives? Did some rich man tyrannically use you? Was it the squire? or parson of the parish? Or the attorney? "Was it the squire, for killing of his game, or Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining? Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? "(Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion...
עמוד 3171 - But its bridle is red with the sign of despair. Weep, Albin ! to death and captivity led; Oh, weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead ; For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave — Culloden that reeks with the blood of the brave.
עמוד 3174 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover...
עמוד 3179 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
עמוד 3178 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry...
עמוד 3182 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.
עמוד 3320 - You are old,' said the youth, 'one would hardly suppose That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose What made you so awfully clever?' 'I have answered three questions, and that is enough, 'Said his father; 'don't give yourself airs!