The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Том 1Henry Coppée Carson & Simpson, 1900 |
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... Rest , " " Song of the Mystic , " " Sword of Robert Lee " and " The Conquered Banner ; " to the J. B. Lippincott Company for " Sheridan's Ride , " by Thomas Buchanan Read ; " Mexican Mythology , " from Prescott's Conquest of Mexico ...
... Rest , " " Song of the Mystic , " " Sword of Robert Lee " and " The Conquered Banner ; " to the J. B. Lippincott Company for " Sheridan's Ride , " by Thomas Buchanan Read ; " Mexican Mythology , " from Prescott's Conquest of Mexico ...
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... rest , is a vital condition of the existence of such a creature as man . The revolution of the year , with its various incidents of summer and winter and seedtime and harvest , is not less involved in all our social , material and moral ...
... rest , is a vital condition of the existence of such a creature as man . The revolution of the year , with its various incidents of summer and winter and seedtime and harvest , is not less involved in all our social , material and moral ...
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... 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 result and bold generalization . foundation of the observatory at Greenwich ...
... 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 result and bold generalization . foundation of the observatory at Greenwich ...
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... rest in the centre of the It appears to me by no means unlikely that with the improvement of instrumental power , and of the means of ascertaining the ship's time with exactness , as great an ad- vance beyond the present state of art ...
... rest in the centre of the It appears to me by no means unlikely that with the improvement of instrumental power , and of the means of ascertaining the ship's time with exactness , as great an ad- vance beyond the present state of art ...
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... rest on the earth as to hover over the waters they span ; the loveliest creations of ancient art , rescued from the grave of ages again to " enchant the world " -the breathing mar- bles of Michael Angelo , the glowing can- It is another ...
... rest on the earth as to hover over the waters they span ; the loveliest creations of ancient art , rescued from the grave of ages again to " enchant the world " -the breathing mar- bles of Michael Angelo , the glowing can- It is another ...
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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.