Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, المجلد 5Jeannette Leonard Gilder Current Literature Publishing Company, 1905 |
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الصفحة 34
... As he totters o'er the ground With his cane . They say that in his prime , Ere the pruning - knife of Time Cut him down , Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town . . And he looks at all he meets Sad and 34.
... As he totters o'er the ground With his cane . They say that in his prime , Ere the pruning - knife of Time Cut him down , Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town . . And he looks at all he meets Sad and 34.
الصفحة 35
Jeannette Leonard Gilder . And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan ; And he shakes his feeble head , That it seems as if he said , " They are gone . " The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has press'd In their bloom ; And the ...
Jeannette Leonard Gilder . And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan ; And he shakes his feeble head , That it seems as if he said , " They are gone . " The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has press'd In their bloom ; And the ...
الصفحة 40
... look down on the mob of cities . Il you , though , if you want to know it , what : real offense of Boston . It drains a large -shed of its intellect , and will not itself be ed . If it would only send away its first - rate instead of ...
... look down on the mob of cities . Il you , though , if you want to know it , what : real offense of Boston . It drains a large -shed of its intellect , and will not itself be ed . If it would only send away its first - rate instead of ...
الصفحة 44
... look upon , yet one could the icicles were forming round these hearts . I knew what freezing image lay hite breasts beneath the laces ! simple intellectual mechanism answers the s of friendship , and even of the most inti- tions of life ...
... look upon , yet one could the icicles were forming round these hearts . I knew what freezing image lay hite breasts beneath the laces ! simple intellectual mechanism answers the s of friendship , and even of the most inti- tions of life ...
الصفحة 50
... , and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements ; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing ; Take her up instantly , Loving , not loathing.- Not of the stains of her- All that remains of 50 THOMAS Thomas Hood.
... , and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements ; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing ; Take her up instantly , Loving , not loathing.- Not of the stains of her- All that remains of 50 THOMAS Thomas Hood.
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الصفحة 303 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft ; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
الصفحة 22 - Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace. The war is actually begun. The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field. Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
الصفحة 298 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
الصفحة 36 - AY, TEAR her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below.
الصفحة 299 - The weariness, the fever, and the fret, Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
الصفحة 300 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
الصفحة 298 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
الصفحة 68 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
الصفحة 286 - Is not a Patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help...
الصفحة 271 - In the writings of other poets a character is too often an individual ; in those of Shakespeare it is commonly a species.