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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... hand organ has consoled me . I always fancy I can hear the wheels clicking in a calculator's brain . The power of dealing with numbers is a kind of " de- tached lever " arrangement , which may be put into a mighty poor watch . I suppose ...
... hand organ has consoled me . I always fancy I can hear the wheels clicking in a calculator's brain . The power of dealing with numbers is a kind of " de- tached lever " arrangement , which may be put into a mighty poor watch . I suppose ...
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... hand on the strings to stop their vibrations as in twanging them to bring out their music . - - Do you mean to say the pun question is not clearly settled in your minds ? Let me lay down the law upon the subject . Life and language are ...
... hand on the strings to stop their vibrations as in twanging them to bring out their music . - - Do you mean to say the pun question is not clearly settled in your minds ? Let me lay down the law upon the subject . Life and language are ...
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... hand , but spill all if we attempt to set them down ! I have sometimes compared conversation to the Italian game of mora , in which one player lifts his hand with so many fingers extended , and the other matches or misses the number ...
... hand , but spill all if we attempt to set them down ! I have sometimes compared conversation to the Italian game of mora , in which one player lifts his hand with so many fingers extended , and the other matches or misses the number ...
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... hands ? It took him a good many years to build it , and one could see that it was a little out of plumb , and a little wavy in outline , and a little queer and uncertain in general aspect . A regular hand could certainly have built a ...
... hands ? It took him a good many years to build it , and one could see that it was a little out of plumb , and a little wavy in outline , and a little queer and uncertain in general aspect . A regular hand could certainly have built a ...
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... hand , when we find a portion of an arc outside of our own , we say it intersects ours , but are very slow to confess or to see that it circumscribes it . Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation , and ...
... hand , when we find a portion of an arc outside of our own , we say it intersects ours , but are very slow to confess or to see that it circumscribes it . Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation , and ...
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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...