The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Volume 2Carson & Simpson, 1895 - Literature |
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... sweet - bread its place If he had any faults , he has left us in doubt- shall obtain , At least , in six weeks I could not find ' em out ; And Douglas is pudding substantial and Yet some have declared and it can't be de- plain ; Our ...
... sweet - bread its place If he had any faults , he has left us in doubt- shall obtain , At least , in six weeks I could not find ' em out ; And Douglas is pudding substantial and Yet some have declared and it can't be de- plain ; Our ...
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... sweet air lifts the little bough , Lone whispering through the bush ! The primrose to the grave is gone : The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the mossed gray stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou , wild bramble , back dost ...
... sweet air lifts the little bough , Lone whispering through the bush ! The primrose to the grave is gone : The hawthorn flower is dead ; The violet by the mossed gray stone Hath laid her weary head ; But thou , wild bramble , back dost ...
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... sweet , Now strife is hushed , our ears doth meet , Ascending pure , the bell - like fame Of this or that downtrodden name- Delicate spirits pushed away In the hot - press of the noonday . And o'er the plain where the dead age Did its ...
... sweet , Now strife is hushed , our ears doth meet , Ascending pure , the bell - like fame Of this or that downtrodden name- Delicate spirits pushed away In the hot - press of the noonday . And o'er the plain where the dead age Did its ...
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... ground , Whitened with angels ' robes spread far around . Translated into Latin by AMMIANUS MARCELLINUS ( a Roman , born A. D. 322 ; died A. D. 390 ) . With a faultless rhythm and a musical rhyme , Sweet 58 SELECTIONS .
... ground , Whitened with angels ' robes spread far around . Translated into Latin by AMMIANUS MARCELLINUS ( a Roman , born A. D. 322 ; died A. D. 390 ) . With a faultless rhythm and a musical rhyme , Sweet 58 SELECTIONS .
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... sweet as a vesper chime , And the Junes with the roses are staying . And the name of that isle is the Long - Ago , And we bury our treasures there : When the wind down the river is fair . Oh , remembered for aye be the blessed isle All ...
... sweet as a vesper chime , And the Junes with the roses are staying . And the name of that isle is the Long - Ago , And we bury our treasures there : When the wind down the river is fair . Oh , remembered for aye be the blessed isle All ...
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Page 115 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
Page 24 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Page 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 274 - The sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round! It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 240 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last ; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek...
Page 101 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Page 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Page 101 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Page 101 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ;— Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Page 26 - As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; Twas only that when he was off he was acting.