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 79
עמוד vi
... Nature Essential in Poetry The Mitherless Bairn . Nothing to Wear . . Alpine Heights The Brave Old Oak Opening of the Liverpool and Manchester Railway Jefferson on Public Debts as Public Blessings Dido . the Carthaginian Queen On Memory ...
... Nature Essential in Poetry The Mitherless Bairn . Nothing to Wear . . Alpine Heights The Brave Old Oak Opening of the Liverpool and Manchester Railway Jefferson on Public Debts as Public Blessings Dido . the Carthaginian Queen On Memory ...
עמוד 1
... nature is rich and rare . The ' Legends ' have purposes in them . from which the author . being in downright earnest with the world , could never long wean his fancy . " The fol- lowing " Tragedy of the Till " is one of the legends ...
... nature is rich and rare . The ' Legends ' have purposes in them . from which the author . being in downright earnest with the world , could never long wean his fancy . " The fol- lowing " Tragedy of the Till " is one of the legends ...
עמוד 2
... nature , Sally , isn't it a pleasant thing to be able to bring nature to us ? ' Whereupon Mrs. Pugwash would declare that a man with at least three children to provide for had no need to talk of nature . Nevertheless , the flower - man ...
... nature , Sally , isn't it a pleasant thing to be able to bring nature to us ? ' Whereupon Mrs. Pugwash would declare that a man with at least three children to provide for had no need to talk of nature . Nevertheless , the flower - man ...
עמוד 3
... nature , that she often goes on , quietly breaking us up , ourselves knowing no more of the mischief than a girl's doll , when the girl rips up its seams . Your malady is of the perceptive organs . Leave you alone , and you'll sink to ...
... nature , that she often goes on , quietly breaking us up , ourselves knowing no more of the mischief than a girl's doll , when the girl rips up its seams . Your malady is of the perceptive organs . Leave you alone , and you'll sink to ...
עמוד 6
... nature , live and die with their souls in a Till ? " THE TRAVELLER ; OR A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY . [ Oliver Goldsmith ... nature given , To different nations makes their blessings even . Nature , a mother kind alike to all , Still 6 THE ...
... nature , live and die with their souls in a Till ? " THE TRAVELLER ; OR A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY . [ Oliver Goldsmith ... nature given , To different nations makes their blessings even . Nature , a mother kind alike to all , Still 6 THE ...
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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.