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 |
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... seen , in bloodless pomp array'd , The pasteboard triumph and the cavalcade ; Processions form'd for piety and love , A mistress or a saint in every grove . By sports like these are all their cares beguiled , The sports of children ...
... seen , in bloodless pomp array'd , The pasteboard triumph and the cavalcade ; Processions form'd for piety and love , A mistress or a saint in every grove . By sports like these are all their cares beguiled , The sports of children ...
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... seen , round Britain's peopled shore , Her useful sous exchanged for useless ore ? Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste , Like flaring tapers brightening as they waste ; Seen opulence , her grandeur to maintain , Lead stern ...
... seen , round Britain's peopled shore , Her useful sous exchanged for useless ore ? Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste , Like flaring tapers brightening as they waste ; Seen opulence , her grandeur to maintain , Lead stern ...
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... seen to this day ) , dollars , stivers , and doights , bore the impress of a milkmaid milking a cow . Well , what was the occasion of this ? Why , the Spaniards , under the cruel Duke of Alva , undertook suddenly to surprise the town of ...
... seen to this day ) , dollars , stivers , and doights , bore the impress of a milkmaid milking a cow . Well , what was the occasion of this ? Why , the Spaniards , under the cruel Duke of Alva , undertook suddenly to surprise the town of ...
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... seen its owner for years . The said owner was standing at the door of a mean - looking shop , overhung with one an- tiquely built story . The wares in the window , though few , did not accord with the appearance of the warehouse , being ...
... seen its owner for years . The said owner was standing at the door of a mean - looking shop , overhung with one an- tiquely built story . The wares in the window , though few , did not accord with the appearance of the warehouse , being ...
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... seen What was therein , save only Dara's own ; But , when ' twas opened , all his tent was known To glow and light with heaped jewels ' sheen . The king set forth for Dara's province straight ; There , as was fit , outside the city's ...
... seen What was therein , save only Dara's own ; But , when ' twas opened , all his tent was known To glow and light with heaped jewels ' sheen . The king set forth for Dara's province straight ; There , as was fit , outside the city's ...
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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.