Library of the World's Best Literature: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne R. S. Peale and J. A. Hill, 1897 - Anthologies |
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Page 11418
... reason for his expedition against St. Domingo . It is said that the satirists of Paris had christened Toussaint the Black Napoleon ; and Bonaparte hated his black shadow . Tous- saint had unfortunately once addressed him a letter ...
... reason for his expedition against St. Domingo . It is said that the satirists of Paris had christened Toussaint the Black Napoleon ; and Bonaparte hated his black shadow . Tous- saint had unfortunately once addressed him a letter ...
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... reason to be proud of such a record ? ---- him , - the only Grant it : what But he was not cheated . He was under espionage . Suppose he had refused : the government would have doubted him , - would have found some cause to arrest him ...
... reason to be proud of such a record ? ---- him , - the only Grant it : what But he was not cheated . He was under espionage . Suppose he had refused : the government would have doubted him , - would have found some cause to arrest him ...
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... reasons for discontent ? ' said the nurse : ' you must expect everything from time and your own prudence . ' » Pierre meanwhile gains the heart of everybody at court by his re- peated triumphs , beauty , and modesty ; and this awakens ...
... reasons for discontent ? ' said the nurse : ' you must expect everything from time and your own prudence . ' » Pierre meanwhile gains the heart of everybody at court by his re- peated triumphs , beauty , and modesty ; and this awakens ...
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... reason to think that Maguelonne is still alive . The next day she comes again and brings him the news that Maguelonne is in a convent , but not bound by any vow , and that she still lives but for him ; and adding that she must take a ...
... reason to think that Maguelonne is still alive . The next day she comes again and brings him the news that Maguelonne is in a convent , but not bound by any vow , and that she still lives but for him ; and adding that she must take a ...
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... reason . She promised her friend to come and see her , and then to unite her fate with Pierre's forever ; but she did not set the time . " Pierre awaits Emilie's return most impatiently ; and is finally told that she has come back , and ...
... reason . She promised her friend to come and see her , and then to unite her fate with Pierre's forever ; but she did not set the time . " Pierre awaits Emilie's return most impatiently ; and is finally told that she has come back , and ...
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Page 11723 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid do join; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line: While they ring round the same unvaried chimes With sure returns of still expected rhymes: Where'er you find "the cooling western breeze...
Page 11679 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
Page 11738 - See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high, progressive life may go ! Around, how wide, how deep extend below ! Vast chain of Being ! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach ; from infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing.
Page 11693 - thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Page 11694 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme. To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells,— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 11696 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 11694 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, in the icy air of night ! while the stars, that over-sprinkle all the heavens, seem to twinkle with a crystalline delight ; keeping time, time, time, in a sort of Runic rhyme, to the tintinnabulation that so musically wells from the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 11724 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...
Page 11691 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.
Page 11746 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.