The Treasury of Literature and Art: a Selection from the Best WritersW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - 160 من الصفحات |
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... present in that day , when he broke three heads on the stage . It was a cudgel of mighty strength and wonderful art , made by one of Mr Deard's best workmen , whom no other artificer can equal ; and who hath made all those sticks which ...
... present in that day , when he broke three heads on the stage . It was a cudgel of mighty strength and wonderful art , made by one of Mr Deard's best workmen , whom no other artificer can equal ; and who hath made all those sticks which ...
الصفحة 22
... present , ran fiercely at Joseph , and bit him by the leg ; no dog was ever fiercer than she , being descended from an Amazonian breed , and had worried bulls in her own country , but now waged an unequal fight ; and had shared the fate ...
... present , ran fiercely at Joseph , and bit him by the leg ; no dog was ever fiercer than she , being descended from an Amazonian breed , and had worried bulls in her own country , but now waged an unequal fight ; and had shared the fate ...
الصفحة 49
... present , in order to give intelligence of a traveller to some gang of robbers , with whom he was connected ; and that he must of necessity fall a prey to those banditti , unless he should have the good fortune to elude their search ...
... present , in order to give intelligence of a traveller to some gang of robbers , with whom he was connected ; and that he must of necessity fall a prey to those banditti , unless he should have the good fortune to elude their search ...
الصفحة 51
... present , with a design to return and rifle the deceased at their leisure . * Never had our hero spent a moment in such agony as he felt during this operation ; the whole surface of his body was covered with a cold sweat , and his ...
... present , with a design to return and rifle the deceased at their leisure . * Never had our hero spent a moment in such agony as he felt during this operation ; the whole surface of his body was covered with a cold sweat , and his ...
الصفحة 91
... present at my next exhibition . However , no way intimi- dated , I came on in Sir Harry , one hand stuck in my breeches , and the other in my bosom , as is usual at Drury Lane ; but instead of looking at me , I perceived the whole ...
... present at my next exhibition . However , no way intimi- dated , I came on in Sir Harry , one hand stuck in my breeches , and the other in my bosom , as is usual at Drury Lane ; but instead of looking at me , I perceived the whole ...
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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.