Kottabos: College Miscellany, المجلد 3،العدد 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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الصفحة 1
... look'd on the youth with longing , and watch'd as he went , and sigh'd . And Aegle had proffer'd a jewel that a queen might carefully keep , For a favouring smile of the hunter , and a touch of his beardless lip ; But never on dame or ...
... look'd on the youth with longing , and watch'd as he went , and sigh'd . And Aegle had proffer'd a jewel that a queen might carefully keep , For a favouring smile of the hunter , and a touch of his beardless lip ; But never on dame or ...
الصفحة 2
... look on the eagle wheeling up peakward , and hear him scream ; And to plant strong steps in the meadow , and plash through the babbling stream ; And to hurl the spear in the thicket , and draw the bow in the glade , And to rush on the ...
... look on the eagle wheeling up peakward , and hear him scream ; And to plant strong steps in the meadow , and plash through the babbling stream ; And to hurl the spear in the thicket , and draw the bow in the glade , And to rush on the ...
الصفحة 10
... look'd Actaeon right into the sacred enclosure . Suddenly saw he a hundred tapering female shapes lily - pale , Pureness of air and water and soul for their only veil . And fearless of male eyes gazing , Diana through irised air Shower ...
... look'd Actaeon right into the sacred enclosure . Suddenly saw he a hundred tapering female shapes lily - pale , Pureness of air and water and soul for their only veil . And fearless of male eyes gazing , Diana through irised air Shower ...
الصفحة 11
... looks . The small round neck lifting direly the exquisite menacing head , The curving nostril , the steel - blue eyeball striking the gazer dead ; Rejecting his true , pure homage - though even her scorn was sweet ; - Smiting his life ...
... looks . The small round neck lifting direly the exquisite menacing head , The curving nostril , the steel - blue eyeball striking the gazer dead ; Rejecting his true , pure homage - though even her scorn was sweet ; - Smiting his life ...
الصفحة 16
... Look you ! we live but once - this life I know ; No other wot I of beyond the tomb- I laugh to scorn your devils down below- Your torture - fires - your everlasting gloom ! I seek no heaven , I dread no God above , I fear no hell , save ...
... Look you ! we live but once - this life I know ; No other wot I of beyond the tomb- I laugh to scorn your devils down below- Your torture - fires - your everlasting gloom ! I seek no heaven , I dread no God above , I fear no hell , save ...
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الصفحة 232 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
الصفحة 282 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
الصفحة 230 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school : A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
الصفحة 224 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
الصفحة 106 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
الصفحة 12 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes...
الصفحة 230 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
الصفحة 184 - Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
الصفحة 316 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle, fought, and died ; Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
الصفحة 251 - But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?