Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volum 7Jeannette Leonard Gilder Christian Herald, 1910 |
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... reason for that happiness , Or make him ask more knowledge of his bliss . At last his eyes were cleared , and he could see Through happy tears the goddess face to face With that faint image of Divinity , Whose well - wrought smile and ...
... reason for that happiness , Or make him ask more knowledge of his bliss . At last his eyes were cleared , and he could see Through happy tears the goddess face to face With that faint image of Divinity , Whose well - wrought smile and ...
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... reason to know something , of our own knowl- edge , of the secret griefs that you have sung so well . Here are two sonnets that we composed while com- ing hither and that we beg you will accept . " " Here also is some music , " added ...
... reason to know something , of our own knowl- edge , of the secret griefs that you have sung so well . Here are two sonnets that we composed while com- ing hither and that we beg you will accept . " " Here also is some music , " added ...
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... wrought my sensibilities up to a very high pitch . While at work it sometimes happened to me , artless being that I was , that my feeling over- VOL . VII . - 2 33 mastered my reason , and then I would abandon my- A FANTASY.
... wrought my sensibilities up to a very high pitch . While at work it sometimes happened to me , artless being that I was , that my feeling over- VOL . VII . - 2 33 mastered my reason , and then I would abandon my- A FANTASY.
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Jeannette Leonard Gilder. mastered my reason , and then I would abandon my- self to the luxury of tears while waiting for a rhyme to come to me . These infrequent occasions were a source of much pleasure to my wife ; masculine weakness ...
Jeannette Leonard Gilder. mastered my reason , and then I would abandon my- self to the luxury of tears while waiting for a rhyme to come to me . These infrequent occasions were a source of much pleasure to my wife ; masculine weakness ...
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... reason of Timothy's maneuvers . Suddenly he heard , or thought he heard , the measured sound of paddles dipping lightly into the water . A few minutes more and he saw five or six little lights glimmering indis- tinctly through the ...
... reason of Timothy's maneuvers . Suddenly he heard , or thought he heard , the measured sound of paddles dipping lightly into the water . A few minutes more and he saw five or six little lights glimmering indis- tinctly through the ...
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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.