The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship: Selected from the Standard Authors of All Nations and All Time, Volume 3Ainsworth Rand Spofford Gebbie & Company, 1888 - Literature |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 67
Page 1
... appeared . It was as a dramatist and humourist that he was best known ; but it was the pro- ductions of his more serious moods which exhibited his pluck a heart of meaning out of it . However , be it as it may , you shall hear it , sir ...
... appeared . It was as a dramatist and humourist that he was best known ; but it was the pro- ductions of his more serious moods which exhibited his pluck a heart of meaning out of it . However , be it as it may , you shall hear it , sir ...
Page 16
... appearance of the warehouse , being of superior form and workmanship . Madame Coralie recognized Scheck Stalman ; but oh , how altered in ap- pearance ! instead of the bustling , well - fed , rich , supercilious cordonnier , who once ...
... appearance of the warehouse , being of superior form and workmanship . Madame Coralie recognized Scheck Stalman ; but oh , how altered in ap- pearance ! instead of the bustling , well - fed , rich , supercilious cordonnier , who once ...
Page 30
... appeared in the Park on his famous horse , and told everybody his own version of the affair . His daughter Edith had married her cousin Dick abroad , and her mother had gone over to see her . The bride and bridegroom were staying with ...
... appeared in the Park on his famous horse , and told everybody his own version of the affair . His daughter Edith had married her cousin Dick abroad , and her mother had gone over to see her . The bride and bridegroom were staying with ...
Page 31
... appeared now for the first time on the countenance of the countess . " My dear friend , " said Herr von Welt to her in the morning , " you torment yourself with doubts , and it remains in your own power to put an end to them . " " How ...
... appeared now for the first time on the countenance of the countess . " My dear friend , " said Herr von Welt to her in the morning , " you torment yourself with doubts , and it remains in your own power to put an end to them . " " How ...
Page 32
... appeared to complain of my presence . Then the interest with which they spoke of each other ! No , my love , we see each other - we talk to each other , but believe me , on my word they are not married . " " But , " said the countess ...
... appeared to complain of my presence . Then the interest with which they spoke of each other ! No , my love , we see each other - we talk to each other , but believe me , on my word they are not married . " " But , " said the countess ...
Contents
170 | |
177 | |
188 | |
194 | |
196 | |
202 | |
243 | |
267 | |
77 | |
84 | |
88 | |
94 | |
99 | |
107 | |
113 | |
119 | |
122 | |
129 | |
156 | |
163 | |
276 | |
284 | |
292 | |
302 | |
317 | |
323 | |
338 | |
365 | |
371 | |
383 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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!
Page 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.