The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 4Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 - Literature |
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... took of its own accord the rich dyes of human art . The air was filled with intoxicating perfumes and the sweet melody of birds . In short , these were the halcyon days which find a place in the mythic systems of so many nations in the ...
... took of its own accord the rich dyes of human art . The air was filled with intoxicating perfumes and the sweet melody of birds . In short , these were the halcyon days which find a place in the mythic systems of so many nations in the ...
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... took leave of his followers , the temple several times before reaching the promising that he and his descendants would summit . In some instances the stairway led revisit them hereafter , and then , entering his directly up the centre ...
... took leave of his followers , the temple several times before reaching the promising that he and his descendants would summit . In some instances the stairway led revisit them hereafter , and then , entering his directly up the centre ...
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... took a huge block of jasper with its upper surface Human sacrifices were adopted by the Az- tecs early in the fourteenth century , about two hundred years before the Conquest . Rare at first , they became more frequent with the wider ...
... took a huge block of jasper with its upper surface Human sacrifices were adopted by the Az- tecs early in the fourteenth century , about two hundred years before the Conquest . Rare at first , they became more frequent with the wider ...
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... took part associated religion with their most intimate concerns and spread the gloom of superstition over the domestic hearth , until the character of the nation wore a grave , and even melancholy , aspect , which belongs to their ...
... took part associated religion with their most intimate concerns and spread the gloom of superstition over the domestic hearth , until the character of the nation wore a grave , and even melancholy , aspect , which belongs to their ...
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... took him half an hour to tell . There were as many as twenty people in the room , nineteen of whom re- ceived it all for gospel . But the twentieth was an elderly farmer who had arrived on horseback a short time before and was now ...
... took him half an hour to tell . There were as many as twenty people in the room , nineteen of whom re- ceived it all for gospel . But the twentieth was an elderly farmer who had arrived on horseback a short time before and was now ...
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Common terms and phrases
Adonis Agni Andromache Apollyon arms beauty beneath Blue Peter Brahmans breast breath bright Canute Captain Car Captain Wilson child cried Cytherea dark dead dear death door dream earl earl of Linlithgow earth eyes Fabius face fair father fear fire flowers geological periods grave hair hand Hannibal happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven honor Indra Jack Johnny Kimballton king kiss knew Lady leave light lips live look Lord Mesty Michelangelo mind morning mother never night o'er once passed Pindar provost replied Rorie rose round SAMUEL F. B. MORSE seemed silent Silurian sleep smile song soul spirit Starvieston stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tion truth Twas Veda Violet Vixen voice Vritra wife wild wind wonder words young youth
Popular passages
Page 99 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 101 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 156 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 29 - Oh ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Page 251 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a
Page 434 - 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.
Page 462 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Page 462 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Page 298 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 298 - ... unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...