The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Volume 4Carson & Simpson, 1894 - Literature |
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... strange story is quite unfounded as to myself , and I believe I may affirm it to be equally so in regard to my dear uncle Higginbotham . He has the kind- ness to give me a home in his house , though I contribute to my own support by ...
... strange story is quite unfounded as to myself , and I believe I may affirm it to be equally so in regard to my dear uncle Higginbotham . He has the kind- ness to give me a home in his house , though I contribute to my own support by ...
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... strange As underneath a tree we stopped gloom An ornament of gold I dropped- Cloisters the unwilling stars . The sky is Searched for in vain by wistful eyes , roofed With tempest , and the moon's scant rays fall through For there until ...
... strange As underneath a tree we stopped gloom An ornament of gold I dropped- Cloisters the unwilling stars . The sky is Searched for in vain by wistful eyes , roofed With tempest , and the moon's scant rays fall through For there until ...
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... strange indifference ! low and high Drowsed over common joys and cares ; The earth was still , but knew not why The world was listening , unawares . How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world for ever ! To that still ...
... strange indifference ! low and high Drowsed over common joys and cares ; The earth was still , but knew not why The world was listening , unawares . How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world for ever ! To that still ...
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... strange bright birds on their starry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? " 66 ' Not there , not there , my child ! ” Is it far away , in some region old , Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold- Where the burning rays ...
... strange bright birds on their starry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ? " 66 ' Not there , not there , my child ! ” Is it far away , in some region old , Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold- Where the burning rays ...
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Henry Coppée. AND thou hast walked about — how strange ND thou hast walked about - how strange Perchance that very hand now pinioned flat Speak ! for thou long enough hast acted I need not ask thee if that hand , when Thou'rt standing on ...
Henry Coppée. AND thou hast walked about — how strange ND thou hast walked about - how strange Perchance that very hand now pinioned flat Speak ! for thou long enough hast acted I need not ask thee if that hand , when Thou'rt standing on ...
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Page 155 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 444 - 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 309 - customed bill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 257 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; — Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, 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. — • Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now, is pure womanly.
Page 190 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight: A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
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 155 - 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 257 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Page 27 - 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 259 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a