The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and with Introductions, Volume 14 |
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Page 6343
... dear . It does not follow that I wish to be pickled in brine because I like a salt - water plunge at Nahant . I say that conceit is just as natural a thing to human minds as a center is to a circle . But little - minded people's ...
... dear . It does not follow that I wish to be pickled in brine because I like a salt - water plunge at Nahant . I say that conceit is just as natural a thing to human minds as a center is to a circle . But little - minded people's ...
Page 6346
... dear sir , I replied ; common sense , as you understand it . We all have to assume a standard of judgment in our own minds , either of things or persons . A man who is willing to take another's opinion has to exercise his judgment in ...
... dear sir , I replied ; common sense , as you understand it . We all have to assume a standard of judgment in our own minds , either of things or persons . A man who is willing to take another's opinion has to exercise his judgment in ...
Page 6351
... dear Professor over there ever read " Poli Synopsis , " or consulted " Castelli Lexicon , " while he was growing up to their stature ? Not he ; but virtue passed through the hem of their parchment and leather garments whenever he ...
... dear Professor over there ever read " Poli Synopsis , " or consulted " Castelli Lexicon , " while he was growing up to their stature ? Not he ; but virtue passed through the hem of their parchment and leather garments whenever he ...
Page 6361
... dear ; ) — I own perhaps I might desire Some shawls of true cashmere , Some marrowy crapes of China silk , Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk . I would not have the horse I drive - So fast that folks must stop and stare ; An easy gait ...
... dear ; ) — I own perhaps I might desire Some shawls of true cashmere , Some marrowy crapes of China silk , Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk . I would not have the horse I drive - So fast that folks must stop and stare ; An easy gait ...
Page 6377
... Dear ! In A Friar I will be : any cell you run , Dear ! Pray look behind for me ! The roses all turn pale too ; The doves all take the veil too ; The blind will see the show : What ! you become a Nun ? my Dear ! I'll not believe it . No ...
... Dear ! In A Friar I will be : any cell you run , Dear ! Pray look behind for me ! The roses all turn pale too ; The doves all take the veil too ; The blind will see the show : What ! you become a Nun ? my Dear ! I'll not believe it . No ...
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Page 6724 - From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on' her wedding night ; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow ; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — ' ' Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Page 6616 - And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!
Page 6669 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Page 6812 - Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers' graves without a sod; For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed, My breath came gaspingly and thick, And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick.
Page 6553 - ... man about always betting on anything that turned up you ever see, if he could get anybody to bet on the other side; and if he couldn't he'd change sides. Any way that suited the other man would suit him — any way just so's he got a bet, he was satisfied. But still he was lucky, uncommon lucky; he most always come out winner. He was always ready and laying for a chance; there couldn't be no solit'ry thing mentioned but that feller'd offer to bet on it, and take ary side you please, as I was...
Page 6810 - A light broke in upon my brain,— It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes...
Page 6806 - With tears for naught but others' ills; And then they flowed like mountain rills, Unless he could assuage the woe Which he abhorred to view below. v The other was as pure of mind, But formed to combat with his kind; Strong in his frame, and of a mood Which 'gainst the world in war had stood, And perished in the foremost rank With joy; but not in chains to pine.
Page 6807 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave. Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay, We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it knock'd; And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high...
Page 6626 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow A ministering angel thou...
Page 6473 - Kneel undisturbed, fair saint ! Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and duly ; I will not enter there, To sully your pure prayer With thoughts unruly. But suffer me to pace Round the forbidden place, Lingering a minute Like outcast spirits who wait And see through Heaven's gate Angels within it.