The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, المجلد 21Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... voices , as of " all the angels singing out of heaven , " had not yet been raised . Our familiar quotations , our household words , were , many of them , not yet uttered . The romance of the Middle Ages was a sealed book , practically ...
... voices , as of " all the angels singing out of heaven , " had not yet been raised . Our familiar quotations , our household words , were , many of them , not yet uttered . The romance of the Middle Ages was a sealed book , practically ...
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... voice of the distant motherland , it carries with it the shade of reverence , as well as of affection , which patriotism exacts . It is said that Collingwood , frequently testy , and at the moment preoccupied with the approaching ...
... voice of the distant motherland , it carries with it the shade of reverence , as well as of affection , which patriotism exacts . It is said that Collingwood , frequently testy , and at the moment preoccupied with the approaching ...
الصفحة 35
... voice , " I have to leave Lady Hamilton , and my adopted daughter Horatia , as a legacy to my country . " " Nelson now desired the surgeons to leave him to the attend- ants , as one for whom nothing could be done , and to give their ...
... voice , " I have to leave Lady Hamilton , and my adopted daughter Horatia , as a legacy to my country . " " Nelson now desired the surgeons to leave him to the attend- ants , as one for whom nothing could be done , and to give their ...
الصفحة 36
... voice faint . To Dr. Scott he said , " Doctor , I have not been a great sinner , " and after a short pause , " Remember that I leave Lady Hamilton and my daughter Horatia as a legacy to my country never forget Horatia . " This ...
... voice faint . To Dr. Scott he said , " Doctor , I have not been a great sinner , " and after a short pause , " Remember that I leave Lady Hamilton and my daughter Horatia as a legacy to my country never forget Horatia . " This ...
الصفحة 55
... voice That every harbor was barred up against us . Hakon Karker , thou dream'st not well ; for this betokens Short life even for us both . Be faithful still — As thou thyself hast told me , we were born On the same night ; and therefore ...
... voice That every harbor was barred up against us . Hakon Karker , thou dream'st not well ; for this betokens Short life even for us both . Be faithful still — As thou thyself hast told me , we were born On the same night ; and therefore ...
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ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER Angela arms Augereau Baron beautiful began Bennet Bucentaure called Captain cards CHARLES LAMB Chevalier child Colonel commanded cried dear death door dreams Elizabeth enemy Erling exclaimed eyes Fabrice face father Faust fear feel fell fire FITZ-GREENE HALLECK French frigate Fritz Goethe guns Hakon hand hast head heard heart heaven honor hour Huldbrand hussar Karker king knew Lady light live looked Lord Lord Castlereagh louis d'or Mephistopheles mind morning Napoleon Nelson never night o'er once passed play poor relation of ideas replied RICHARD GARNETT Rip Van Winkle rose round sail Saint-Cyr seemed ship shot side silence sleep soon soul spirit stood stranger tears tell thee thine things thou thought took trees turned Undine Vertua Victory voice whist wife Winkle wish words young
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الصفحة 273 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
الصفحة 272 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
الصفحة 331 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
الصفحة 271 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
الصفحة 22 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 335 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror...
الصفحة 270 - TO him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language: for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
الصفحة 333 - 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...
الصفحة 334 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
الصفحة 272 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.