Literary Aims and Art

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Silver, Burdett, 1927 - 235 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 172 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they...
الصفحة 208 - Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe ; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept, Took the face-cloth from the face ; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest came her tears "Sweet my child, I live for thee.
الصفحة 213 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
الصفحة 233 - Having terminated his disputes with every enemy and every rival, who buried their mutual animosities in their common detestation against the creditors of the Nabob of Arcot, he drew from every quarter whatever a savage ferocity could add to his new rudiments in the arts of destruction ; and compounding all the materials of fury, havoc, and desolation into one black cloud, he hung for awhile on the declivities of the mountains.
الصفحة 120 - At gaming, swearing ; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't ; — • Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven ; And that his soul may be as damn'd and black As hell, whereto it goes.
الصفحة 160 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth...
الصفحة 20 - That's very true indeed, Sir Peter; and, after having married you, I should never pretend to taste again, I allow.
الصفحة 163 - When at dawn she sighs, and like an infant to the window Turns grave eyes craving light, released from dreams, Beautiful she looks, like a white water-lily Bursting out of bud in havens of the streams. When from bed she rises clothed from neck to ankle In her long nightgown sweet as boughs of May, Beautiful she looks, like a tall garden-lily Pure from the night, and splendid for the day.
الصفحة 12 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
الصفحة 233 - When at length Hyder Ali found that he had to do with men who either would sign no convention, or whom no treaty and no signature could bind, and who were the determined enemies of human intercourse itself,' he decreed to make the country possessed by 15 these incorrigible and predestinated criminals a memorable example to mankind.

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