The Treasury of Literature and Art: a Selection from the Best WritersW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - 160 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 22
... fields . The squire therefore having first called his friends about him , as guards , for safety of his person , rode manfully up to the combatants , and summoning all the terror he was master of into his countenance , demanded with an ...
... fields . The squire therefore having first called his friends about him , as guards , for safety of his person , rode manfully up to the combatants , and summoning all the terror he was master of into his countenance , demanded with an ...
الصفحة 23
... field of action . Upon this the huntsman declared , " Twas well it was no worse ; for his part he could not blame the gentleman , and wondered his master would encourage the dogs to hunt Christians ; that it was the surest way to spoil ...
... field of action . Upon this the huntsman declared , " Twas well it was no worse ; for his part he could not blame the gentleman , and wondered his master would encourage the dogs to hunt Christians ; that it was the surest way to spoil ...
الصفحة 27
... fields Elysian ? Seest thou shadows sailing by , As the dove , with startled eye , Sees the falcon's shadow fly ? Hearest thou voices on the shore , That our ears perceive no more , Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O thou child of many ...
... fields Elysian ? Seest thou shadows sailing by , As the dove , with startled eye , Sees the falcon's shadow fly ? Hearest thou voices on the shore , That our ears perceive no more , Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O thou child of many ...
الصفحة 31
... Fields , and share our booty . " Away we went to the Fields , and sitting down on the grass , far enough out of the path , he pulled out the money . " Look here , Jack , " says he , " did you ever see the like before in “ No , never ...
... Fields , and share our booty . " Away we went to the Fields , and sitting down on the grass , far enough out of the path , he pulled out the money . " Look here , Jack , " says he , " did you ever see the like before in “ No , never ...
الصفحة 34
... fields about Stepney or Mile - end that looked fit for my purpose ; and if there were any that I began to look narrowly at , the fields were so full of people that they would see if I went to hide anything there , and I thought the ...
... fields about Stepney or Mile - end that looked fit for my purpose ; and if there were any that I began to look narrowly at , the fields were so full of people that they would see if I went to hide anything there , and I thought the ...
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الصفحة 56 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
الصفحة 92 - I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to t,he same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong) us, shall we not revenge i if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
الصفحة 75 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
الصفحة 60 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
الصفحة 75 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
الصفحة 119 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
الصفحة 27 - Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream. Then why pause with indecision, When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian...
الصفحة 24 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
الصفحة 59 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
الصفحة 119 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.