Readings from the best authors, ed. by A.H. Bryce, Wydanie 10Archibald Hamilton Bryce 1862 |
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Strona 18
... look on . • The princess wrote verses herself , and there are some pretty plaintive lines attributed to her , which are more touching than better poetry : - " Unthinking , idle , wild , and young , I laughed , and danced , and talked ...
... look on . • The princess wrote verses herself , and there are some pretty plaintive lines attributed to her , which are more touching than better poetry : - " Unthinking , idle , wild , and young , I laughed , and danced , and talked ...
Strona 23
... look weary of firing ; dis- heartened in the fire deluge : a port - hole at the drawbridge is opened , as by one that would speak . See Huissier Maillard , the shifty man ! On his plank , swinging over the abyss of that stone ditch ...
... look weary of firing ; dis- heartened in the fire deluge : a port - hole at the drawbridge is opened , as by one that would speak . See Huissier Maillard , the shifty man ! On his plank , swinging over the abyss of that stone ditch ...
Strona 24
... look , they say , as that hideous indictment was reading , continued calm ; “ she was sometimes observed moving her fingers , as when one plays on the piano . " You discern , not without interest , across that dim revolu- tionary ...
... look , they say , as that hideous indictment was reading , continued calm ; “ she was sometimes observed moving her fingers , as when one plays on the piano . " You discern , not without interest , across that dim revolu- tionary ...
Strona 25
... looks turned towards the Jardin National , whilom Tuileries ; her face at that moment gave signs of lively emotion . She mounted the scaffold with courage enough ; at a quarter past twelve , her head fell ; the executioner showed it to ...
... looks turned towards the Jardin National , whilom Tuileries ; her face at that moment gave signs of lively emotion . She mounted the scaffold with courage enough ; at a quarter past twelve , her head fell ; the executioner showed it to ...
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... Look there , O man born of woman ! The bloom of that fair face is wasted , the hair is grey with care ; the brightness of those eyes is quenched , their lids hang drooping ; the face is stony pale , as of one living in death . Mean ...
... Look there , O man born of woman ! The bloom of that fair face is wasted , the hair is grey with care ; the brightness of those eyes is quenched , their lids hang drooping ; the face is stony pale , as of one living in death . Mean ...
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Popularne fragmenty
Strona 297 - Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Strona 281 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Strona 85 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Strona 252 - 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 raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Strona 281 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew...
Strona 166 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Strona 201 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Strona 238 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Strona 296 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy, But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Strona 237 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...