The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Том 1Henry Coppée Carson & Simpson, 1900 |
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... never in any country been applied to an extensive territory . Large grants and sales of public land took place before the Revolu- tion and in the interval between the peace and the adoption of the Constitution , but the limits of these ...
... never in any country been applied to an extensive territory . Large grants and sales of public land took place before the Revolu- tion and in the interval between the peace and the adoption of the Constitution , but the limits of these ...
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... never was an age since the dawn of time when men ought to be less disposed to rest satisfied with the progress already made than the age in which we live ; for there never was an age more distinguished for ingenious research , for novel ...
... never was an age since the dawn of time when men ought to be less disposed to rest satisfied with the progress already made than the age in which we live ; for there never was an age more distinguished for ingenious research , for novel ...
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... never- theless . Yes , the earth moves , and the planets move , and the mighty waters move , and the great sweeping tides of air move , and the empires of men move , and the world of thought moves , ever onward and upward to higher ...
... never- theless . Yes , the earth moves , and the planets move , and the mighty waters move , and the great sweeping tides of air move , and the empires of men move , and the world of thought moves , ever onward and upward to higher ...
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... never that they are bound to obey their pleasure . failed me till this summer . I pride myself -you may laugh at such childish weakness in a man of my age , but still I pride myself THE EPITAPH OF ISIS . I am not ignorant that some ...
... never that they are bound to obey their pleasure . failed me till this summer . I pride myself -you may laugh at such childish weakness in a man of my age , but still I pride myself THE EPITAPH OF ISIS . I am not ignorant that some ...
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... never ride this circuit again if don't get a mile more an hour out of him . " you " What ! Not enough , " I mentally groaned , " to have my horse beaten , but I must be told that I don't know how to ride him , and that , too , by a ...
... never ride this circuit again if don't get a mile more an hour out of him . " you " What ! Not enough , " I mentally groaned , " to have my horse beaten , but I must be told that I don't know how to ride him , and that , too , by a ...
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Стр. 104 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
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Стр. 105 - Yet he was kind; or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And even the story ran that he could gauge...
Стр. 311 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Стр. 390 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem : Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Стр. 103 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Стр. 101 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Стр. 273 - WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Стр. 465 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Стр. 321 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?— Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.