Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volum 7Jeannette Leonard Gilder Christian Herald, 1910 |
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Side 27
... be supposed that I did not fail to allude cursorily to the great theme that is now occupying the attention of the world ; to wit , the future of humanity . This problem had seemed to me to have something of interest in it , and 27 A ...
... be supposed that I did not fail to allude cursorily to the great theme that is now occupying the attention of the world ; to wit , the future of humanity . This problem had seemed to me to have something of interest in it , and 27 A ...
Side 64
... human nature , content to blot out all party distinctions , and trust a state to the blood of its sons , -anticipating Sir Robert Peel fifty years , and taking his station by the side of Roger Williams before any Englishman or American ...
... human nature , content to blot out all party distinctions , and trust a state to the blood of its sons , -anticipating Sir Robert Peel fifty years , and taking his station by the side of Roger Williams before any Englishman or American ...
Side 78
... human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door- With such name as " Nevermore . " But the Raven , sitting lonely on that placid bust , spoke only ...
... human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door- With such name as " Nevermore . " But the Raven , sitting lonely on that placid bust , spoke only ...
Side 84
... human heart a stone , → They are neither man nor woman , They are neither brute nor human : They are Ghouls ; And their king it is who tolls , And he rolls , rolls , rolls , Rolls a pæan from the bells ; And his merry bosom swells With ...
... human heart a stone , → They are neither man nor woman , They are neither brute nor human : They are Ghouls ; And their king it is who tolls , And he rolls , rolls , rolls , Rolls a pæan from the bells ; And his merry bosom swells With ...
Side 104
... human Will . What conscience dictates to be done , Or warns me not to do , This teach me more than hell to shun , That more than heaven pursue . What blessings Thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away ; For God is paid when man ...
... human Will . What conscience dictates to be done , Or warns me not to do , This teach me more than hell to shun , That more than heaven pursue . What blessings Thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away ; For God is paid when man ...
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Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volum 7 Jeannette Leonard Gilder Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1905 |
Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volum 7 Jeannette Leonard Gilder Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1910 |
Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volum 7 Jeannette Leonard Gilder Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1905 |
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Annabel Lee Anne arms Barneveld beautiful behold bells blessed blood boat bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee born breath Brutus Cæsar Christie coppice cried dark dead death deed door dreams earth Evandale eyes face fair Falstaff father fear feel fill foot Francisco de Toledo friends GEORGE POPE MORRIS Gerard give grace hand happy head hear heard heart heaven honor Ipsden Ivanhoe JEAN RACINE JOHN GODFREY SAXE JULIET King kritters Lelio light listen live Lochinvar look Lord Martin Master mind morning never Nevermore Newhaven night o'er passion Prince Quoth the Raven Rebecca replied rise ROMEO round saddle your horses seemed side Slen soul sound speak stand sweet Sybrandt tears tell thee thing thou art thought Timothy tree tremble truth voice whispered wind word young youth
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Side 315 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Side 302 - The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes...
Side 80 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Side 271 - 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.
Side 81 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting — "Get thee back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Side 276 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he Is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Side 296 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Side 312 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Side 5 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE GOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Side 315 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet, to times in hope5 my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.