Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volum 2Jeannette Leonard Gilder Christian Herald, 1910 |
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... feel . " " I could not , sir : no words could tell you what I feel . I wish this present hour would never end : who knows with what fate the next may come charged ? " " This is hypochondria , Jane . You have been over - excited , or ...
... feel . " " I could not , sir : no words could tell you what I feel . I wish this present hour would never end : who knows with what fate the next may come charged ? " " This is hypochondria , Jane . You have been over - excited , or ...
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... feel ; so I answered him with a contented smile . And now , as it was long past one , I prepared to leave him . " Does not Sophie sleep with Adèle in the nur- sery ? " he asked , as I lit my candle . " Yes , sir . " " And there is room ...
... feel ; so I answered him with a contented smile . And now , as it was long past one , I prepared to leave him . " Does not Sophie sleep with Adèle in the nur- sery ? " he asked , as I lit my candle . " Yes , sir . " " And there is room ...
Side 33
... feel unmistakably out of place in that pleasant family circle . The dismal spiritual atmo- sphere overcame , and more than neutralized , the glowing physical comforts round me ; and I resolved to be cautious how I ventured under those ...
... feel unmistakably out of place in that pleasant family circle . The dismal spiritual atmo- sphere overcame , and more than neutralized , the glowing physical comforts round me ; and I resolved to be cautious how I ventured under those ...
Side 43
... feel pleesed , fur I know they meen it ; but if these one - horse offishuls cood know how I see threw all their moves & understan exacxly what they air after , & knowd how I larft at ' em in private , thayd stop kissin my hands & fawnin ...
... feel pleesed , fur I know they meen it ; but if these one - horse offishuls cood know how I see threw all their moves & understan exacxly what they air after , & knowd how I larft at ' em in private , thayd stop kissin my hands & fawnin ...
Side 50
... feel flattered , and think I will come . Perhaps , meanwhile , a brief history of my ex- perience as an agriculturist will be acceptable ; and as that history no doubt contains suggestions of value to the entire agricultural community ...
... feel flattered , and think I will come . Perhaps , meanwhile , a brief history of my ex- perience as an agriculturist will be acceptable ; and as that history no doubt contains suggestions of value to the entire agricultural community ...
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Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volum 2 Jeannette Leonard Gilder Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1905 |
Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volum 2 Jeannette Leonard Gilder Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1910 |
Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volum 2 Jeannette Leonard Gilder Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1905 |
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Albert Edard answered arms Artemus Ward auld lang syne beauty bird born brave bright called Carlyle Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Chingachgook cried dark dead dear death Don Quixote dream earth eyes face father feel galloped gate Gilpin gladiator Glaucus Guarinos hand hath head hear heard heart Heathcliff Heaven hope horse hour Jane Jane Eyre John Gilpin King Lady Malkinshaw laugh light living look Lord Lydon Marlotes mind morning never night o'er Old Abe Pamby pilot poor pride retiarius river roar round Samian wine Sancho seemed silent sing sleep smile soul sound speak stood sweet tears tell Tetraides thawt thee things THOMAS CHATTERTON Thornfield Hall thou thought tion tree trumpet truth turned voice waters wild wind woods words Wuthering Heights
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Side 83 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Side 6 - And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? ana what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?
Side 163 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they?
Side 170 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Side 167 - The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Side 133 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He, who bore in Heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay His head: How His first followers and servants sped ; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he, who lone in Patmos banished, Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand ; And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope 'springs...
Side 127 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my...
Side 132 - And sage experience bids me this declare— '' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Side 79 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 163 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae!