The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Volume 5Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 - Literature |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 36
Page 29
... continued he , " a horse of pretty considerable good action , and a pretty fair trotter , too , I guess . ' Pride must have a fall ; I confess mine was prostrate in the dust . was prostrate in the dust . These words cut me to the heart ...
... continued he , " a horse of pretty considerable good action , and a pretty fair trotter , too , I guess . ' Pride must have a fall ; I confess mine was prostrate in the dust . was prostrate in the dust . These words cut me to the heart ...
Page 30
... continued I , " you might supply yourself again . " " " Not on this circuit , I guess , " said he , " nor yet in Campbell's circuit . ' ' Campbell's circuit ' ? Pray , sir , what is that ? " That , " said he , " is the western ; and ...
... continued I , " you might supply yourself again . " " " Not on this circuit , I guess , " said he , " nor yet in Campbell's circuit . ' ' Campbell's circuit ' ? Pray , sir , what is that ? " That , " said he , " is the western ; and ...
Page 31
... continued Budge , " they said your little girl went with him and you'd know when she would come back . " " I haven't any little girl , " said the old lady , her indignation at a supposed joke threaten- ing to overcome her dignity ...
... continued Budge , " they said your little girl went with him and you'd know when she would come back . " " I haven't any little girl , " said the old lady , her indignation at a supposed joke threaten- ing to overcome her dignity ...
Page 32
... continued Budge . " He sings awful funny songs an ' tells splendid stories . " " Nonsense ! " exclaimed the angry mother . 66 They ain't no nonsense at all , " said Budge . " I don't think it's right for to say that , when his stories ...
... continued Budge . " He sings awful funny songs an ' tells splendid stories . " " Nonsense ! " exclaimed the angry mother . 66 They ain't no nonsense at all , " said Budge . " I don't think it's right for to say that , when his stories ...
Page 67
... continued , " my brother had another great and inestimable advantage over me . " " Pray , what was that ? " demanded the count . " " He was not hideous , " replied Pelisson . Oh , I do not think that such an advan- tage , " said the ...
... continued , " my brother had another great and inestimable advantage over me . " " Pray , what was that ? " demanded the count . " " He was not hideous , " replied Pelisson . Oh , I do not think that such an advan- tage , " said the ...
Contents
52 | |
54 | |
68 | |
70 | |
79 | |
92 | |
95 | |
110 | |
115 | |
129 | |
130 | |
133 | |
164 | |
174 | |
178 | |
204 | |
205 | |
219 | |
257 | |
276 | |
277 | |
341 | |
360 | |
376 | |
378 | |
387 | |
392 | |
398 | |
441 | |
450 | |
453 | |
462 | |
472 | |
476 | |
485 | |
489 | |
501 | |
507 | |
508 | |
510 | |
517 | |
Common terms and phrases
ABRAHAM MILLS Agrippina Anfield appeared Babylon BATTLE OF LEIPZIG beauty beneath Birch blessed body breath brow called chivalry cried cubits dark dear death Doña Dunwoodie Dupin earth Euphrates eyes face fair father fear feel feet flowers Fontenoy gazed GETA give hand Harvey hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE Herodotus honor hope horse hour ical Isaac Levi king knew kritters lady laugh leave light lips live look Lord Mahomet Manyema Mayton ment mind morning nature Nero never night o'er once passed peddler poor replied rest round seemed Sheridan side sigh silent sleep smile soul spirit stood sweet Sybrandt tears tell temple thee thing thou thought thousand Timothy tion took truth turned whole wind wonder words young youth
Popular passages
Page 98 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 312 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Page 396 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Page 266 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually. Stand still you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come. Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make Perpetual day: or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul.
Page 100 - How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly.
Page 274 - WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 474 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Page 320 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?— Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 188 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit : The first true gentleman, that ever breathed.
Page 106 - ... than all the gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their firstborn sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested...