The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon Gebbie & Company, 1893 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 83
עמוד vi
... Fair Imogine Character and Career of Francis Xavier Song of the Bell . Algernon Sidney on Government Ariadne Deserted by Theseus Storming the Temple of Mexico A Nocturnal Reverie Augustus Cæsar Mungo Park . Mungo Park . Louis Simond ...
... Fair Imogine Character and Career of Francis Xavier Song of the Bell . Algernon Sidney on Government Ariadne Deserted by Theseus Storming the Temple of Mexico A Nocturnal Reverie Augustus Cæsar Mungo Park . Mungo Park . Louis Simond ...
עמוד 9
... fair freedom , taught alike to feel The rabble's rage , and tyrant's angry steel ; " Thou transitory flower , alike undone By proud contempt or favour's fostering sun , Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure , I only would ...
... fair freedom , taught alike to feel The rabble's rage , and tyrant's angry steel ; " Thou transitory flower , alike undone By proud contempt or favour's fostering sun , Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure , I only would ...
עמוד 11
... fair widow , so he abruptly told her the amount of his fortune , and that , if she refused to accept him for her mate , he would inevitably drown himself in the deepest and muddiest canal . Now Coralie had a tender heart : she had ...
... fair widow , so he abruptly told her the amount of his fortune , and that , if she refused to accept him for her mate , he would inevitably drown himself in the deepest and muddiest canal . Now Coralie had a tender heart : she had ...
עמוד 19
... fair and shining measure . I sought again my native land , Thy father welcomed me , love ; I poured my gold into his hand , And my guerdon found in thee , love . Sing Gille machree , Sit down by me , We now are joined , and ne'er shall ...
... fair and shining measure . I sought again my native land , Thy father welcomed me , love ; I poured my gold into his hand , And my guerdon found in thee , love . Sing Gille machree , Sit down by me , We now are joined , and ne'er shall ...
עמוד 30
... fair ? -thou urchin sly ! What boots it who with sweet caresses First called thee his , - —or squire or hind ? Since thou in every wight that passes Dost now a friendly playmate find . Thy downcast glances , grave , but cunning , As ...
... fair ? -thou urchin sly ! What boots it who with sweet caresses First called thee his , - —or squire or hind ? Since thou in every wight that passes Dost now a friendly playmate find . Thy downcast glances , grave , but cunning , As ...
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Ackbar arms asked balas ruby beautiful bell blessing Boufflers brow Bruges called Charles of Blois Charon Coralie countess cried d'Aurilliac dark daughter dear death door earth Edith eyes fair father fear feel gaze Ginx's Baby give grand chamberlain hand happy Harz head hear heard heart heaven honour hour husband Jan Dirk Peereboom jewel king knight Lady Hornbury Lama laugh light live look Lord Lord of War Louis of Spain Lumberton Madame marriage married Menippus mind morning mother nature never o'er PANC passed poor Pugwash replied Rocroy round scene seemed SGAN SGANARELLE Sir John Sir Walter smile soul speak stood strange stranger sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion told took turned voice Walter Manny Warrington Welt wife woman word young Zerinda
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 107 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
עמוד 143 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
עמוד 6 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
עמוד 370 - 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 7 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
עמוד 8 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
עמוד 6 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
עמוד 370 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
עמוד 40 - Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal- a new birth...
עמוד 92 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...