Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volum 2Jeannette Leonard Gilder Christian Herald, 1910 |
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... o'er it fall ! God strikes a silence through you all , And giveth His beloved sleep . " 66 His dews drop mutely on the hill , His cloud above it saileth still , Though on its slope men sow and reap . More softly than the dew is shed ...
... o'er it fall ! God strikes a silence through you all , And giveth His beloved sleep . " 66 His dews drop mutely on the hill , His cloud above it saileth still , Though on its slope men sow and reap . More softly than the dew is shed ...
Side 58
... o'er her fall , - He giveth His beloved sleep . " E MY HEART AND I I □ NOUGH ! we're tired , my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus , And wish that name were carved for us . The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of ...
... o'er her fall , - He giveth His beloved sleep . " E MY HEART AND I I □ NOUGH ! we're tired , my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus , And wish that name were carved for us . The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of ...
Side 69
... o'er me . " You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rock'd the steeple ; " Go , " cried the Mayor , " and get long poles ! Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Consult with carpenters and builders ...
... o'er me . " You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rock'd the steeple ; " Go , " cried the Mayor , " and get long poles ! Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Consult with carpenters and builders ...
Side 75
... O'er its white edge at me , his own master , askance ! And the thick heavy spume - flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on . VI 66 By Hasselt , Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris Stay spur ! “ Your Roos ...
... O'er its white edge at me , his own master , askance ! And the thick heavy spume - flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on . VI 66 By Hasselt , Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris Stay spur ! “ Your Roos ...
Side 80
... o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou ' rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given And shall not soon depart . He who , from zone to zone , Guides through the ...
... o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou ' rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given And shall not soon depart . He who , from zone to zone , Guides through the ...
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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!