The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship: Selected from the Standard Authors of All Nations and All Time, כרך 3Ainsworth Rand Spofford Gebbie & Company, 1888 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 69
עמוד vi
... Blessings Dido . the Carthaginian Queen On Memory . . Death of Eliza at the Battle of Minden Song to May The ... Blessed Damozel ” Distinction between Power and Activity The Compassionate African Matron . The Traveller's Pious Fortitude ...
... Blessings Dido . the Carthaginian Queen On Memory . . Death of Eliza at the Battle of Minden Song to May The ... Blessed Damozel ” Distinction between Power and Activity The Compassionate African Matron . The Traveller's Pious Fortitude ...
עמוד 3
... bless me ! ' cried Pugwash . " A jackass with sense to choose a thistle from a toadstool will be a reasoning creature to you ! for consider , my poor soul , ' said Lotus in a compassionate voice , in this world of tribulation we inhabit ...
... bless me ! ' cried Pugwash . " A jackass with sense to choose a thistle from a toadstool will be a reasoning creature to you ! for consider , my poor soul , ' said Lotus in a compassionate voice , in this world of tribulation we inhabit ...
עמוד 4
... bless ' em , poor souls ! ' said Pugwash . ' It's a sad scramble some of ' em have , isn't it ? ' " Well , ' said the conjurer , ' for a tradesman , your soul is in a wretched condition . ever , it is not so hopelessly bad that I may ...
... bless ' em , poor souls ! ' said Pugwash . ' It's a sad scramble some of ' em have , isn't it ? ' " Well , ' said the conjurer , ' for a tradesman , your soul is in a wretched condition . ever , it is not so hopelessly bad that I may ...
עמוד 5
... blessing . When- ever the old flower - man came to the door , the soul of Pugwash from the till would bid him pack with his rubbish : if a poor woman - an old customer it might be begged for the credit of a loaf , the Spirit of the Till ...
... blessing . When- ever the old flower - man came to the door , the soul of Pugwash from the till would bid him pack with his rubbish : if a poor woman - an old customer it might be begged for the credit of a loaf , the Spirit of the Till ...
עמוד 6
... blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Bless'd be that spot , where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their evening fire : Bless'd that abode , where want and pain repair ...
... blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Bless'd be that spot , where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their evening fire : Bless'd that abode , where want and pain repair ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Ackbar arms beautiful bell blessing Boufflers brow Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Chemung County Coralie countess cried dark daughter dear death door duke earth Edith eyes fair father fear feel fire gaze Ginx's Baby girl give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hour husband J. G. LOCKHART Jan Dirk Peereboom king Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Louis of Spain Lumberton Madame marriage marry Menippus mind morning mother nature never night o'er once PANC passed poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed seen SGAN SGANARELLE Sir John smile soul speak spirit Stalman stood strange stranger sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion took turned voice Waldeck Walter Manny wife woman word young Zerinda
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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?
עמוד 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!
עמוד 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.