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 12617
... less his wrath let do . And then to punish him God said That wheresoe'er on earth he fled , He ne'er should find a resting - place . But when the angels by God's grace Good Abel's body had interred , Then came to Adam and Eve the word ...
... less his wrath let do . And then to punish him God said That wheresoe'er on earth he fled , He ne'er should find a resting - place . But when the angels by God's grace Good Abel's body had interred , Then came to Adam and Eve the word ...
Page 12635
... less than fourteen pilgrimages , at different times , to the shrine of Mecca . The second period of his life , from the age of forty to seventy ( 1226– 1256 ) , was spent in travel , east and west , north and south . He not only visited ...
... less than fourteen pilgrimages , at different times , to the shrine of Mecca . The second period of his life , from the age of forty to seventy ( 1226– 1256 ) , was spent in travel , east and west , north and south . He not only visited ...
Page 12645
... less worth than a carat bestowed by the hand of labor . Each one shall bear the burthen proportioned to his strength : the foot of a locust would be heavy for an ant . Graf's Text . Translation of S. Robinson . I SA'DI AND THE RING From ...
... less worth than a carat bestowed by the hand of labor . Each one shall bear the burthen proportioned to his strength : the foot of a locust would be heavy for an ant . Graf's Text . Translation of S. Robinson . I SA'DI AND THE RING From ...
Page 12658
... less Upon the board than leaves of garden - cress ; While , in the sight of helpless poverty , Boiled turnip will a roasted pullet be . Translation of E. B. Eastwick . CHARLES AUGUSTIN SAINTE - BEUVE ( 1804-1869 ) BY BENJAMIN 12658 SA'DI.
... less Upon the board than leaves of garden - cress ; While , in the sight of helpless poverty , Boiled turnip will a roasted pullet be . Translation of E. B. Eastwick . CHARLES AUGUSTIN SAINTE - BEUVE ( 1804-1869 ) BY BENJAMIN 12658 SA'DI.
Page 12661
... less than thirty articles in English journals concerning the life and works . of this genial lover of letters . The subjects of his criticism were as world - wide as literature ; and into everything that he touched he put , as he said ...
... less than thirty articles in English journals concerning the life and works . of this genial lover of letters . The subjects of his criticism were as world - wide as literature ; and into everything that he touched he put , as he said ...
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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?