The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Том 1 |
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... ter of 1854–5 destroyed four - fifths of the I marked all the seedlings of our native weeds birds in my own grounds ; and this is a as they came up , and out of three hundred tremendous destruction , when we remember and fifty ...
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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. 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.
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| Название | The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Том 1 The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Henry Coppée |
| Редактор | Henry Coppée |
| Издатель | Carson & Simpson, 1900 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Нью-Йоркская публичная библиотека |
| Оцифровано | 29 май 2007 |
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