The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, المجلد 21Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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الصفحة i
... Italian Renaissance ) BRET HARTE ( Short Stories ) ARMANDO PALACIO VALDES ( Decadent Literature ) EDMUND GOSSE ( Poetry ) J. P. MAHAFFY ( Historical Literature ) WALTER BESANT ( Historical Novels ) Lit 2020.22 HARVARD COLLEG LABRARY ...
... Italian Renaissance ) BRET HARTE ( Short Stories ) ARMANDO PALACIO VALDES ( Decadent Literature ) EDMUND GOSSE ( Poetry ) J. P. MAHAFFY ( Historical Literature ) WALTER BESANT ( Historical Novels ) Lit 2020.22 HARVARD COLLEG LABRARY ...
الصفحة ix
... Italy The Progress of Literature in the XIX Century : Introduction by ANDREW LANG Lochinvar Trafalgar 1805. - Death of Nelson Sonnet Written at Ostend Adventures of Arago Hakon Jarl Sir Walter Scott Captain Mahan W. L. Bowles xiii 21 23 ...
... Italy The Progress of Literature in the XIX Century : Introduction by ANDREW LANG Lochinvar Trafalgar 1805. - Death of Nelson Sonnet Written at Ostend Adventures of Arago Hakon Jarl Sir Walter Scott Captain Mahan W. L. Bowles xiii 21 23 ...
الصفحة xi
... THE LARK SEASHORE AT HAGBORG , SWEDEN PAGE 58 118 330 384 THE PROGRESS OF LITERATURE IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY BY ANDREW VOLUME XXI PAGE Lines on Leaving Italy The Progress of Literature in the XIX Century: Introduction ANDREW LANG.
... THE LARK SEASHORE AT HAGBORG , SWEDEN PAGE 58 118 330 384 THE PROGRESS OF LITERATURE IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY BY ANDREW VOLUME XXI PAGE Lines on Leaving Italy The Progress of Literature in the XIX Century: Introduction ANDREW LANG.
الصفحة 58
... ITALY . BY ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER . ONCE more among the old gigantic hills With vapors clouded o'er ; The vales of Lombardy grow dim behind , The rocks ascend before . They beckon me , the giants , from afar , They wing my ...
... ITALY . BY ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER . ONCE more among the old gigantic hills With vapors clouded o'er ; The vales of Lombardy grow dim behind , The rocks ascend before . They beckon me , the giants , from afar , They wing my ...
الصفحة 88
... Italy were awaiting their Majesties in the audience chamber , where , having hastily repaired , Napoleon immedi- ately burst forth into a denunciation against visionaries , phi- losophers , and liberals , mainly inspired by the recent ...
... Italy were awaiting their Majesties in the audience chamber , where , having hastily repaired , Napoleon immedi- ately burst forth into a denunciation against visionaries , phi- losophers , and liberals , mainly inspired by the recent ...
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ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER aide-de-camp Angela arms Augereau Baron beautiful began Bennet Bucentaure called Captain CHARLES LAMB Chevalier child Colonel commanded cried dear death door dreams Elizabeth enemy Erling exclaimed eyes Fabrice face father Faust fear feel fell fire FITZ-GREENE HALLECK French frigate Fritz Goethe guns Hakon hand hast head heard heart heaven honor hour Huldbrand Karker king knew Lady light live looked Lord Lord Castlereagh louis d'or Mephistopheles mind morning Napoleon Nelson never night o'er once passed play poor relation of ideas replied RICHARD GARNETT Rip Van Winkle rose round sail Saint-Cyr seemed ship shot side silence sleep soon soul spirit stood strange stranger tears tell thee thine things thou thought took trees turned Undine Vertua Victory voice whist wife Winkle wish words young
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الصفحة 335 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror...
الصفحة 336 - That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With...
الصفحة 333 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
الصفحة 29 - May the great God whom I worship, grant to my country, and for the benefit of Europe in general, a great and glorious victory, and may no misconduct in any one tarnish it, and may humanity after victory be the predominant feature in the British fleet!
الصفحة 304 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
الصفحة 303 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white, With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down. And gave Into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
الصفحة 270 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
الصفحة 332 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
الصفحة 329 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
الصفحة 276 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...