The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Том 1Henry Coppée Carson & Simpson, 1900 |
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... night of ignorance the canopy of which enveloped our race . As time moved on writers increased in number , until , between the sixth century B. C. and the fifth century A. D. , there flourished a galaxy of authors and orators who for ...
... night of ignorance the canopy of which enveloped our race . As time moved on writers increased in number , until , between the sixth century B. C. and the fifth century A. D. , there flourished a galaxy of authors and orators who for ...
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... Night , The Death and War Death - Bell , The • Ben Jonson . John Potter , D. D. ( Archbishop of Canterbury ) 420 Death of Agrippina , the Mother of Nero ( From the Latin of Caius Cornelius Tacitus ) Death of Pliny the Elder ...
... Night , The Death and War Death - Bell , The • Ben Jonson . John Potter , D. D. ( Archbishop of Canterbury ) 420 Death of Agrippina , the Mother of Nero ( From the Latin of Caius Cornelius Tacitus ) Death of Pliny the Elder ...
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... Night Adventure during the Old French War , A Night at Gibraltar , A . Noah • Not a Poet Not made for One Obedience to the Law Limited Oh , Nanny , wilt thou Gang wi ' me ? • • . Percy B. Shelley 469 J. S. C. Abbott • 437 · Trans ...
... Night Adventure during the Old French War , A Night at Gibraltar , A . Noah • Not a Poet Not made for One Obedience to the Law Limited Oh , Nanny , wilt thou Gang wi ' me ? • • . Percy B. Shelley 469 J. S. C. Abbott • 437 · Trans ...
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... night - twelve for the pale student over his flickering lamp , twelve amid the flaming wonders of Orion's belt if he crosses the meridian at that fated hour ; twelve by the weary couch of languishing humanity , twelve in the star ...
... night - twelve for the pale student over his flickering lamp , twelve amid the flaming wonders of Orion's belt if he crosses the meridian at that fated hour ; twelve by the weary couch of languishing humanity , twelve in the star ...
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Henry Coppée. the day - night ( nytchthemerum , for which we have no precise synonym in our lan- guage ) , with its primal alternation of wak- ing and sleeping , of labor and rest , is a vital condition of the existence of such a ...
Henry Coppée. the day - night ( nytchthemerum , for which we have no precise synonym in our lan- guage ) , with its primal alternation of wak- ing and sleeping , of labor and rest , is a vital condition of the existence of such a ...
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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.