The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Том 1Henry Coppée Carson & Simpson, 1900 |
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... soon appeared that errors of two or three degrees existed in the projection of the map . Its lines of latitude and longi- tude did not conform to the topography of the region ; so that it was impossible to ex- ecute the text of the ...
... soon appeared that errors of two or three degrees existed in the projection of the map . Its lines of latitude and longi- tude did not conform to the topography of the region ; so that it was impossible to ex- ecute the text of the ...
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... Soon after commencing Bachelor of Arts , at the age of twenty - four , he untwisted the golden and sil- ver threads of the solar spectrum , simultane- ously or soon after conceived the method of fluxions , and arrived at the elemental ...
... Soon after commencing Bachelor of Arts , at the age of twenty - four , he untwisted the golden and sil- ver threads of the solar spectrum , simultane- ously or soon after conceived the method of fluxions , and arrived at the elemental ...
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... soon melted together ; but the bright constellations of the west and north remained unchanged . Steadily the won- drous transfiguration went on . Hands of angels , hidden from mortal eyes , shifted the scenery of the heavens ; the ...
... soon melted together ; but the bright constellations of the west and north remained unchanged . Steadily the won- drous transfiguration went on . Hands of angels , hidden from mortal eyes , shifted the scenery of the heavens ; the ...
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... soon Dear as the temple's self , so does the moon , The passion poesy , glories infinite , Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls , and bound to us so fast That whether there be shine , or gloom o'er- cast , They ...
... soon Dear as the temple's self , so does the moon , The passion poesy , glories infinite , Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls , and bound to us so fast That whether there be shine , or gloom o'er- cast , They ...
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... soon forgot . As music and splendor Survive not the lamp and the lute , The heart's echoes render No No song when the spirit is mute- but sad dirges , song Like the wind through a ruined cell , Or the mournful surges That ring the dead ...
... soon forgot . As music and splendor Survive not the lamp and the lute , The heart's echoes render No No song when the spirit is mute- but sad dirges , song Like the wind through a ruined cell , Or the mournful surges That ring the dead ...
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ABRAHAM MILLS Agrippina Anacreon Anfield appeared asked Babylon beautiful beneath Birch body breath called charms chivalry cried cubits dark dead dear death door Dunwoodie Dupin earth Euphrates eyes face fair father fear feel feet flowers Fontenoy friends gave gaze GETA give hand Harvey hath head hear heard heart heaven Herodotus Hindu Hipparchus honor hope horse hour king knew kritters lady laugh leave light live look Lord Mahomet Manyema matter Mayton ment mind morning nature Nero never night o'er once passed peddler poor prefect purloined letter replied round seemed Sheridan side silent sleep smile soul spirit stars stood sweet Sybrandt tears tell temple thee thine things THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS thou thought Timothy tion took truth turned voice William wind words young youth
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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...
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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.