The Masterpieces and the History of Literature: Analysis, Criticism, Character and Incident, المجلد 8Julian Hawthorne Hamilton Book Company, 1902 |
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... earth . She spake , " What joy were it for me , Could but the lovely stone I see A grain of wheat or barley be ! " Well may abundance be deplored , When all the treasures that we hoard No real enjoyment do afford ! C. F. GELLERT . THE ...
... earth . She spake , " What joy were it for me , Could but the lovely stone I see A grain of wheat or barley be ! " Well may abundance be deplored , When all the treasures that we hoard No real enjoyment do afford ! C. F. GELLERT . THE ...
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... earth which bears God's curse , And , ripe for judgment , trembling waits the day Of dissolution ? Com'st thou from her dust ? Yes ! Human is thy form But majesty Divine around it beams ! Thy lofty eye Speaks higher language than of ...
... earth which bears God's curse , And , ripe for judgment , trembling waits the day Of dissolution ? Com'st thou from her dust ? Yes ! Human is thy form But majesty Divine around it beams ! Thy lofty eye Speaks higher language than of ...
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... earth . Temp . Well said : and yet , I trust , you know the nation , That first began to strike at fellow men , That first baptised itself the chosen people- How now if I were not to hate this people , Yet for its pride could not ...
... earth . Temp . Well said : and yet , I trust , you know the nation , That first began to strike at fellow men , That first baptised itself the chosen people- How now if I were not to hate this people , Yet for its pride could not ...
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... earth herself prostrated , Lenore , the poor , ill - fated ! Then quickly came her mother mild , Imploring Heaven's blessing , And to her heart she drew her child , With kisses her caressing . " My heart now , mother , ' s turned to ...
... earth herself prostrated , Lenore , the poor , ill - fated ! Then quickly came her mother mild , Imploring Heaven's blessing , And to her heart she drew her child , With kisses her caressing . " My heart now , mother , ' s turned to ...
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... earth - in Heaven disdainful ! " Thus in her brain , in every vein , Did rage wild desperation , She rashly railed , with cries profane , ' Gainst God without cessation ; She wrung her hands and beat her breast Till sank the sun far in ...
... earth - in Heaven disdainful ! " Thus in her brain , in every vein , Did rage wild desperation , She rashly railed , with cries profane , ' Gainst God without cessation ; She wrung her hands and beat her breast Till sank the sun far in ...
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الصفحة 321 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
الصفحة 274 - THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O, Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
الصفحة 310 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain, That trot became a gallop soon In spite of curb and rein. So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasp'd the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might.
الصفحة 312 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
الصفحة 323 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
الصفحة 274 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
الصفحة 272 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
الصفحة 313 - Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destined wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left. No braver chief could Albion boast Than he with whom he went, Nor ever ship left Albion's coast With warmer wishes sent.
الصفحة 261 - O whare will I get a skeely skipper To sail this new ship of mine ? " O up and spake an eldern knight, Sat at the king's right knee — " Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor That ever sailed the sea.
الصفحة 311 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! Tis for a thousand pound...