The Masterpieces and the History of Literature: Analysis, Criticism, Character and Incident, المجلد 5Julian Hawthorne Hamilton Book Company, 1906 |
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... master " Agni is the Twice - born Master - but the guest is lord of all . ' " To these weighty words Grey - pate answered : " Yes ! but cats like meat , and there are young birds here , and therefore I said , go . " " Sir , " said the ...
... master " Agni is the Twice - born Master - but the guest is lord of all . ' " To these weighty words Grey - pate answered : " Yes ! but cats like meat , and there are young birds here , and therefore I said , go . " " Sir , " said the ...
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... master Jackal , " cried the Elephant , " what's to do now ? I am up to my belly in this quagmire . " " Perhaps your Majesty , " said the Jackal , 30 LITERATUre of all NATIONS . The Old Jackal and the Elephant The Old Jackal and the ...
... master Jackal , " cried the Elephant , " what's to do now ? I am up to my belly in this quagmire . " " Perhaps your Majesty , " said the Jackal , 30 LITERATUre of all NATIONS . The Old Jackal and the Elephant The Old Jackal and the ...
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... master " call ; Agni is the Twice - born Master - but the guest is lord of all . ' " To these weighty words Grey - pate answered : " Yes ! but cats like meat , and there are young birds here , and therefore I said , go . " " Sir ...
... master " call ; Agni is the Twice - born Master - but the guest is lord of all . ' " To these weighty words Grey - pate answered : " Yes ! but cats like meat , and there are young birds here , and therefore I said , go . " " Sir ...
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... plunged heavily before he could stop himself . " Good master Jackal , " cried the Elephant , " what's to do now ? I am up to my belly in this quagmire . " " Perhaps your Majesty , " said the Jackal , 30 LITERATURE OF ALL NATIONS .
... plunged heavily before he could stop himself . " Good master Jackal , " cried the Elephant , " what's to do now ? I am up to my belly in this quagmire . " " Perhaps your Majesty , " said the Jackal , 30 LITERATURE OF ALL NATIONS .
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... master , is seated in school . Enter Metrotima dragging her son Kottalos . Metrotima . May the dear Muses send you something to enjoy , and may you have pleasure in life ; so you will promise to drub this boy of mine , till the soul of ...
... master , is seated in school . Enter Metrotima dragging her son Kottalos . Metrotima . May the dear Muses send you something to enjoy , and may you have pleasure in life ; so you will promise to drub this boy of mine , till the soul of ...
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الصفحة 307 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 313 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of link-ed sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running ; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of Harmony : That Orpheus...
الصفحة 316 - Archangel ; but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek ; but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion...
الصفحة 307 - TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
الصفحة 292 - ... to marry when he will : but yet he was reputed one of the wise men that made answer to the question when a man should marry. " A " young man not yet, an elder man not at all.
الصفحة 316 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
الصفحة 292 - ... yet, on the other side, they are more cruel and hard-hearted (good to make severe inquisitors), because their tenderness is not so oft called upon. Grave natures, led by custom, and therefore constant, are commonly loving husbands, as was said of Ulysses, Vetulam suam praetulit immortalitati.
الصفحة 318 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
الصفحة 316 - Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of heaven ; I thither went With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky...
الصفحة 264 - Twas to bring you By degrees to mortification. Listen. Hark, now every thing is still The screech-owl and the whistler shrill Call upon our dame aloud, And bid her quickly don her shroud...