The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopędia of Universal Authorship: Selected from the Standard Authors of All Nations and All Time, Volume 3Ainsworth Rand Spofford Gebbie & Company, 1888 - Literature |
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... Lady Hornbury's Ball was Postponed To a Child . Wind and Stars . A Blind Boy's Song Married ? or not Married ? The Household Festival . On Early Rising Hymn to Pan The Great Balas Ruby The Equality of the Grave The Green Willow The Hall ...
... Lady Hornbury's Ball was Postponed To a Child . Wind and Stars . A Blind Boy's Song Married ? or not Married ? The Household Festival . On Early Rising Hymn to Pan The Great Balas Ruby The Equality of the Grave The Green Willow The Hall ...
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... Lady Rohesia The Culprit Fay Langsyne . · Song of the Spirit of Music A Summer Day Jacob Flint's Journey To a Rich Man . The Return Gibraltar a Night at the Ragged - staff Jeanie Morrison . A Musical Enigma You Remember the Mard ...
... Lady Rohesia The Culprit Fay Langsyne . · Song of the Spirit of Music A Summer Day Jacob Flint's Journey To a Rich Man . The Return Gibraltar a Night at the Ragged - staff Jeanie Morrison . A Musical Enigma You Remember the Mard ...
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... Lady of Gollerus The Midnight Wind Hope . . . The Heiress While Takin a Wift o ' my Pipe . The Schoolmaster The Turnip Woman The Isles of Greece . The Waverley Mystery The Scott Centenary PAGR S. Laman Blanchard 342 • Robert Southey 343 ...
... Lady of Gollerus The Midnight Wind Hope . . . The Heiress While Takin a Wift o ' my Pipe . The Schoolmaster The Turnip Woman The Isles of Greece . The Waverley Mystery The Scott Centenary PAGR S. Laman Blanchard 342 • Robert Southey 343 ...
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... lady in her day having always been in turmoil with her managers . Amongst the articles specified , her favourite poodle Mouton ( almost as big as a sheep ) was , if she required it , to travel with them ; and although she did not ...
... lady in her day having always been in turmoil with her managers . Amongst the articles specified , her favourite poodle Mouton ( almost as big as a sheep ) was , if she required it , to travel with them ; and although she did not ...
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... lady . This was a discouraging commencement , but Jan was a Hollander , and possessed perse- verance ; if he was flung in a ditch , he could raise an embankment . " If I tire you , Coralie , with my relation , " said he , " you can but ...
... lady . This was a discouraging commencement , but Jan was a Hollander , and possessed perse- verance ; if he was flung in a ditch , he could raise an embankment . " If I tire you , Coralie , with my relation , " said he , " you can but ...
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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.