Library of the World's Best Literature: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne R. S. Peale and J. A. Hill, 1897 - Anthologies |
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Page 12614
... hear a - singing in green byway The joy - o'erflowing nightingale ; Her song rings over hill and dale . The night sinks down the occident , The day mounts up the orient , The ruddiness of morning red Glows through the leaden clouds o ...
... hear a - singing in green byway The joy - o'erflowing nightingale ; Her song rings over hill and dale . The night sinks down the occident , The day mounts up the orient , The ruddiness of morning red Glows through the leaden clouds o ...
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... hear his Word , Who come from far or come from near This little comedy to hear , Which first in Latin speech was done By good Philippus Melanchthon ; And now I put in good plain speech , That so the commonfolk it reach ; And thus I go ...
... hear his Word , Who come from far or come from near This little comedy to hear , Which first in Latin speech was done By good Philippus Melanchthon ; And now I put in good plain speech , That so the commonfolk it reach ; And thus I go ...
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... hear what the good preachers say . Cain speaks Unwashed will I forsooth ' remain . Just let those rogues catch me again , My head will be in such a flood That mouth and eyes shall run with blood ! Eve speaks Just hear the idle fellow's ...
... hear what the good preachers say . Cain speaks Unwashed will I forsooth ' remain . Just let those rogues catch me again , My head will be in such a flood That mouth and eyes shall run with blood ! Eve speaks Just hear the idle fellow's ...
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... hear what you can say . Cain speaks O Father of our heaven , we pray , Let us right here thy kingdom see ; Give us our debts and bread plenty , And evil want and misery . Amen . The Lord speaks Who taught him such a twisted prayer ? Eve ...
... hear what you can say . Cain speaks O Father of our heaven , we pray , Let us right here thy kingdom see ; Give us our debts and bread plenty , And evil want and misery . Amen . The Lord speaks Who taught him such a twisted prayer ? Eve ...
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... hear thy summons , when the very Prophets will be overwhelmed with terror ? Graf's Text . Translation of S. Robinson . W SA'DI AT THE GRAVE OF HIS CHILD From the Garden of Perfume > ILST I was at Sanaa , I lost a child ; - why talk of ...
... hear thy summons , when the very Prophets will be overwhelmed with terror ? Graf's Text . Translation of S. Robinson . W SA'DI AT THE GRAVE OF HIS CHILD From the Garden of Perfume > ILST I was at Sanaa , I lost a child ; - why talk of ...
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abbé Abel speaks Alfred de Musset answered arms beautiful Bonny Dundee born breath Cain speaks called Carl Schurz Casacalenda century charm child Coislin court death divine door dost doth dream duke earth Ekkehard eyes fairy father fear feeling George Sand give glory Goethe grace Grignan hand Hans Sachs happy hath head heart heaven holy honor human Jugurtha Jules Sandeau King La Trappe lady letters literary literature live look Lord speaks Madame Madame de Maintenon Madame de Sévigné mastersongs mind mother nature never night noble Nohant once passed passion play pleasure poet poetry Queen replied Sa'di Sachs Saladin seemed Shakespeare sing song soul spirit stood suffering sweet thee things thou thought tion Translation true truth Vatel voice wife wish woman word write young youth
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Page 13219 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 13218 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Page 13221 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 13195 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 13065 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping.
Page 13200 - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
Page 13205 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
Page 13221 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Page 13215 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 13219 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?