The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, المجلد 20Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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الصفحة 26
... leaves the rude hands of autumn cannot affect , and the blitheness of whose spring the revolutions of time cannot change into the disorder of the waning year . " What use to thee that flower - vase of thine ? Thou wouldst have rose - leaves ...
... leaves the rude hands of autumn cannot affect , and the blitheness of whose spring the revolutions of time cannot change into the disorder of the waning year . " What use to thee that flower - vase of thine ? Thou wouldst have rose - leaves ...
الصفحة 28
... leaves . This is that found by Bishop Brynjulf . Another valuable fragment exists in the Arne - Magnæan collection in the University of Copenhagen , con- sisting of six leaves . These are the only manu- scripts older than the ...
... leaves . This is that found by Bishop Brynjulf . Another valuable fragment exists in the Arne - Magnæan collection in the University of Copenhagen , con- sisting of six leaves . These are the only manu- scripts older than the ...
الصفحة 29
... leaves In autumn -. Gudhrun of yore Longed to die , When she sat mournful O'er Sigurdh's corpse . She raised no wailing , Nor wrung her hands , Nor did she sob , Like other women . Forth came the thanes , Wise and wary , And strove to ...
... leaves In autumn -. Gudhrun of yore Longed to die , When she sat mournful O'er Sigurdh's corpse . She raised no wailing , Nor wrung her hands , Nor did she sob , Like other women . Forth came the thanes , Wise and wary , And strove to ...
الصفحة 31
... leaves In autumn - time , For he is dead . " I miss at board , I miss in bed , My bosom friend , Thro ' Giuki's sons , Thro ' Giuki's sons Is my undoing : They made their sister Sorely weep . " -Translated by CARL LOTTNER , SIGRUNA AND ...
... leaves In autumn - time , For he is dead . " I miss at board , I miss in bed , My bosom friend , Thro ' Giuki's sons , Thro ' Giuki's sons Is my undoing : They made their sister Sorely weep . " -Translated by CARL LOTTNER , SIGRUNA AND ...
الصفحة 42
... leaves of the brown sea - kale As he swam beneath the main ; But the young grow old and gray , And never by night or day In his kingdom of Norroway Was King Olaf seen again . -The Saga of King Olaf , Rune XXI . SAINTE - BEUVE , CHARLES ...
... leaves of the brown sea - kale As he swam beneath the main ; But the young grow old and gray , And never by night or day In his kingdom of Norroway Was King Olaf seen again . -The Saga of King Olaf , Rune XXI . SAINTE - BEUVE , CHARLES ...
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الصفحة 428 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
الصفحة 478 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
الصفحة 398 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
الصفحة 343 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...
الصفحة 471 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
الصفحة 476 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
الصفحة 362 - And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward...
الصفحة 401 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
الصفحة 350 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
الصفحة 400 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.