Famous Authors and the Best Literature of England and America ...: Together with Choice Selections from Their Writings ...William Wilfred Birdsall, Rufus Matthew Jones American Book & Bible House, 1897 - 544 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 84
... seemed to indicate that a happy and prosperous life lay before the young poet . The De'il cam fiddlin thro ' the town , And danc'd awa wi ' the exciseman , And ilka wife cry'd , " Auld Mahaun , We wish you luck o ' the prize , man ...
... seemed to indicate that a happy and prosperous life lay before the young poet . The De'il cam fiddlin thro ' the town , And danc'd awa wi ' the exciseman , And ilka wife cry'd , " Auld Mahaun , We wish you luck o ' the prize , man ...
الصفحة 100
... seemed a little speck , And then it seemed a mist ; It moved and moved , and took at last A certain shape , I wist . A speck , a mist , a shape , I wist ! And still it neared and neared : As if it dodged a water - sprite , It plunged ...
... seemed a little speck , And then it seemed a mist ; It moved and moved , and took at last A certain shape , I wist . A speck , a mist , a shape , I wist ! And still it neared and neared : As if it dodged a water - sprite , It plunged ...
الصفحة 102
... seemed to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white ; From the sails the dew did drip- Till clomb above the eastern bar The hornéd Moon , with one bright star , Within the nether tip ...
... seemed to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white ; From the sails the dew did drip- Till clomb above the eastern bar The hornéd Moon , with one bright star , Within the nether tip ...
الصفحة 119
... seemed my worth since I began ; For merit lives from man to man , And not from man , O Lord , to thee . Forgive my grief for one removed , Thy creature , whom I found so fair . I trust he lives in thee , and there I find him worthier to ...
... seemed my worth since I began ; For merit lives from man to man , And not from man , O Lord , to thee . Forgive my grief for one removed , Thy creature , whom I found so fair . I trust he lives in thee , and there I find him worthier to ...
الصفحة 125
... seemed never weary of ridiculing and abusing it . Even in this , however , was the promise of Browning's best work . He was the son of a clerk in the Bank of England , but had the entire sympathy and support of his father in his choice ...
... seemed never weary of ridiculing and abusing it . Even in this , however , was the promise of Browning's best work . He was the son of a clerk in the Bank of England , but had the entire sympathy and support of his father in his choice ...
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الصفحة 81 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed can never be supplied.
الصفحة 97 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
الصفحة 78 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
الصفحة 114 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
الصفحة 55 - 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 53 - And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
الصفحة 54 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
الصفحة 97 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
الصفحة 303 - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before. On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
الصفحة 51 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.