The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Tom 26Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, Limited, 1899 |
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... children , but their little trick may upset a freight train of con- versation for the sake of a battered witticism . I will thank you , B. F. , to bring down two books , of which I will mark the places on this slip of paper . ( While he ...
... children , but their little trick may upset a freight train of con- versation for the sake of a battered witticism . I will thank you , B. F. , to bring down two books , of which I will mark the places on this slip of paper . ( While he ...
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... child . Five of the seven verses were - written offhand ; the other two took a week , that is , were hanging round the desk in a ragged , forlorn , unrhymed condi- tion as long as that . All poets will tell you just such stories . C'est ...
... child . Five of the seven verses were - written offhand ; the other two took a week , that is , were hanging round the desk in a ragged , forlorn , unrhymed condi- tion as long as that . All poets will tell you just such stories . C'est ...
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... child , he should have tumbled about in a library . All men are afraid of books that have not handled them from infancy . Do you suppose our dear Professor over there ever read " Poli Synopsis , " or consulted " Castelli Lexicon ...
... child , he should have tumbled about in a library . All men are afraid of books that have not handled them from infancy . Do you suppose our dear Professor over there ever read " Poli Synopsis , " or consulted " Castelli Lexicon ...
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... children grow up more kindly , of course , than in close , back streets ; it buys country places to give them happy and healthy summers , good nursing , good doctoring , and the best cuts of beef and mutton . When the spring chickens ...
... children grow up more kindly , of course , than in close , back streets ; it buys country places to give them happy and healthy summers , good nursing , good doctoring , and the best cuts of beef and mutton . When the spring chickens ...
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... children berries and water ; the sea mocks their thirst and lets them die . The mountains have a grand , stupid , lovable tranquillity ; the sea has a fascinating , treacherous intelligence . The mountains lie about like huge ruminants ...
... children berries and water ; the sea mocks their thirst and lets them die . The mountains have a grand , stupid , lovable tranquillity ; the sea has a fascinating , treacherous intelligence . The mountains lie about like huge ruminants ...
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Strona 308 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Strona 227 - My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills like that above.
Strona 41 - There is always somewhere a weakest spot, — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, or within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...
Strona 226 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Strona 214 - In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool. Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Strona 111 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Strona 226 - Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Strona 44 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Strona 218 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Strona 118 - Into the fine cloth white like flame Weaving the golden thread, To fashion the birth-robes for them Who are just born, being dead. ' He shall fear, haply, and be dumb : Then...