Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volum 16Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1896 |
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Side 6257
... tell the other matrons what she had learned . The next day a troop of matrons went to the Senate - house , and with tears and entreaties implored that one woman might be suffered to have two husbands , rather than one man to have two ...
... tell the other matrons what she had learned . The next day a troop of matrons went to the Senate - house , and with tears and entreaties implored that one woman might be suffered to have two husbands , rather than one man to have two ...
Side 6261
... telling . Such folk - stories as those in the Gesta ' are in the main made of , must have passed from district to district and even from nation to nation , by many channels , - chief among them the constant wan- derings of monks and ...
... telling . Such folk - stories as those in the Gesta ' are in the main made of , must have passed from district to district and even from nation to nation , by many channels , - chief among them the constant wan- derings of monks and ...
Side 6262
... telling directness brought home the moral to the simple- minded . The innocent joys and sad offenses of humanity interpreted the Church's whole system of theology , and the stories , committed to writing by the priests , were thus ...
... telling directness brought home the moral to the simple- minded . The innocent joys and sad offenses of humanity interpreted the Church's whole system of theology , and the stories , committed to writing by the priests , were thus ...
Side 6266
... tell thee the interpretation of it . " And then the emperour told them as is saide before , from beginning to ending . And then they were glad , and with a great gladnesse spake to him and saide , “ Sir , this was a good sweven . For ...
... tell thee the interpretation of it . " And then the emperour told them as is saide before , from beginning to ending . And then they were glad , and with a great gladnesse spake to him and saide , “ Sir , this was a good sweven . For ...
Side 6334
... , at half - past ten , He said ( addressing all his men ) : - " Come , tell me , please , what I can do To please and gratify my crew . " By any reasonable plan I'll make you happy if 6334 WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT Captain Reece.
... , at half - past ten , He said ( addressing all his men ) : - " Come , tell me , please , what I can do To please and gratify my crew . " By any reasonable plan I'll make you happy if 6334 WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT Captain Reece.
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Side 6524 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Side 6526 - A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Side 6525 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Side 6624 - Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies...
Side 6627 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite 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 churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 6625 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless...
Side 6527 - While broken tea-cups, wisely kept for show, Ranged o'er the chimney, glistened in a row. Vain transitory splendors ! could not all Reprieve the tottering mansion from its fall ? Obscure it sinks, nor shall it more impart An hour's importance to the poor man's heart; Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care...
Side 6628 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease...
Side 6521 - She complied in a manner so exquisitely pathetic as moved me. When lovely Woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, 190 What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Side 6633 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.