The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Volume 4Carson & Simpson, 1894 - Literature |
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... Hear . Plutarch . 274 Sublime , The . James M Cosh , LL D. 388 Suckling , Sir John J. C. M. Bellew 281 Sydney , Sir Philip J. C. M. Bellew . 122 Tasso , Torquato Teachings . Editor . Bias . 30 464 Teachings of the Ancients ( From the ...
... Hear . Plutarch . 274 Sublime , The . James M Cosh , LL D. 388 Suckling , Sir John J. C. M. Bellew 281 Sydney , Sir Philip J. C. M. Bellew . 122 Tasso , Torquato Teachings . Editor . Bias . 30 464 Teachings of the Ancients ( From the ...
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... hear it . But he met neither ox - team , light wagon , chaise , horseman nor foot - traveller till , just as he crossed Salmon River , a man came trudg- ing down to the bridge with a bundle over his shoulder on the end of a stick . 66 ...
... hear it . But he met neither ox - team , light wagon , chaise , horseman nor foot - traveller till , just as he crossed Salmon River , a man came trudg- ing down to the bridge with a bundle over his shoulder on the end of a stick . 66 ...
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... hear all the particulars , " tory - girls , " I can assure you that some un- shouted the crowd . The coach rumbled up to the piazza of the tavern , followed by a thousand people ; for if any man had been minding his own bus- iness till ...
... hear all the particulars , " tory - girls , " I can assure you that some un- shouted the crowd . The coach rumbled up to the piazza of the tavern , followed by a thousand people ; for if any man had been minding his own bus- iness till ...
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... hear it from his own mouth . And , as he's a real shaver , I'll have the minister or some other responsible man for an endorser . " It was growing dusk when he reached the toll - house on Kimballton turnpike , about a quarter of a mile ...
... hear it from his own mouth . And , as he's a real shaver , I'll have the minister or some other responsible man for an endorser . " It was growing dusk when he reached the toll - house on Kimballton turnpike , about a quarter of a mile ...
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... hear a voice with the very cadence of our own uttering the thoughts we despise ; we see eyes - ah ! so like our mother's — averted from us in cold alienation ; and our last darling child startles us with the air and gestures of the ...
... hear a voice with the very cadence of our own uttering the thoughts we despise ; we see eyes - ah ! so like our mother's — averted from us in cold alienation ; and our last darling child startles us with the air and gestures of the ...
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Page 155 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 444 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 309 - customed bill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree ; Another came, nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood, was he ; " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read — for thou canst read — the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 257 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; — Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. — • Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now, is pure womanly.
Page 190 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight: A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 101 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 155 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 257 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Page 27 - Oh ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 259 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a