The Masterpieces and the History of Literature: Analysis, Criticism, Character and Incident, المجلد 8Julian Hawthorne Hamilton Book Company, 1902 |
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... hath loved thee as now ; Not e'en when in the forest's shade so wildly Thou with sun - embrowned arm didst seize me . Stopping , I already beheld thee With immortality crowned . Now ' tis thine . Oh , proclaim in grove and forest , That ...
... hath loved thee as now ; Not e'en when in the forest's shade so wildly Thou with sun - embrowned arm didst seize me . Stopping , I already beheld thee With immortality crowned . Now ' tis thine . Oh , proclaim in grove and forest , That ...
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... hath flown ; ' Gainst me closed Heaven's portal , Woe , woe is me , poor mortal ! " " Lord , help in this our greatest need ; Child , ask God's benediction ; What God decrees , is well decreed ; He'll help us in affliction ! " " These ...
... hath flown ; ' Gainst me closed Heaven's portal , Woe , woe is me , poor mortal ! " " Lord , help in this our greatest need ; Child , ask God's benediction ; What God decrees , is well decreed ; He'll help us in affliction ! " " These ...
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... hath virtues especial , and pleasant the taste is ; ' Tis for yon invalid lady , whom thou so timely didst rescue ? " Forthwith the Maiden bestowed on the Youth her heartiest greetings , And said : " Surely my way to the fountain is ...
... hath virtues especial , and pleasant the taste is ; ' Tis for yon invalid lady , whom thou so timely didst rescue ? " Forthwith the Maiden bestowed on the Youth her heartiest greetings , And said : " Surely my way to the fountain is ...
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... , And , breathing freshness from the wave , Come doubly bright again . The deep - blue sky , so moist and clear , Hath it for thee no lure ? Does thine own face not woo thee down Unto our 36 LITERATURE OF ALL NATIONS * 94 The Fisher.
... , And , breathing freshness from the wave , Come doubly bright again . The deep - blue sky , so moist and clear , Hath it for thee no lure ? Does thine own face not woo thee down Unto our 36 LITERATURE OF ALL NATIONS * 94 The Fisher.
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... hath your heart no earnest preference known ? Meph . With ladies one should ne'er presume to jest . Martha . Ah ! you mistake ! Meph . I'm sorry I'm so blind ! But this I know - that you are very kind . Faust . Me , little angel , didst ...
... hath your heart no earnest preference known ? Meph . With ladies one should ne'er presume to jest . Martha . Ah ! you mistake ! Meph . I'm sorry I'm so blind ! But this I know - that you are very kind . Faust . Me , little angel , didst ...
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Acres arms Atala beauty breast child Christian cried DANISH LITERATURE daughter dear death devil drama drink earth epic eternal exclaimed eyes fair faith father Faust frae French genius German Girondists give Goethe Goethe's Hakon hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hermann and Dorothea holy honor human Joseph de Maistre king lady legend literary literature lived Lochaber look Lord madam Madame de Staël maiden Mephisto Mephistopheles mother Nath Nathan Nathan the Wise ne'er never night noble o'er Oehlenschläger once passion poems poet poetry pray replied ring romance sail Saint Saladin scene Schiller servant Sir Patrick Spens song Sorrows of Werther soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine Thora thou hast thought to-day truth unto voice wild Wilhelm wilt thou words young
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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...