Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner R.S. Peale and J.A. Hill, 1896 |
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Alcinous arms beautiful boat breath called chalk Conspirator dark daughter dead death delight Don Carlos Don Ruy Gomez Doña Sol drama dream Duke Duke of Gotha essays eyes father feel feet flowers friends Fulkerson Galahad Gilliatt grace Greeks hand head heard heart heaven Hernani Holy Grail Homer honor Hugo human Huxley Iliad King lady land Leigh Hunt Les Burgraves Les Misérables light literary living look Lord Mæcenas maiden Makbeth mind morning mother nature Nausicaa never night o'er octopus Odyssey passed PIETER CORNELISZOON HOOFT poems poet poetry pray protoplasm round seemed side smile song soul spirit stood street sweet tell thee things thou thought took Translation Troy turned unto verse Victor Hugo voice W. D. Howells whole words young Zeus
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Page 7454 - God give us men. A time like this demands, Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands ; Men whom the lust of office does not kill ; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will ; Men who have honor; men who will not lie ; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking; Tall men, sun crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking.
Page 7602 - With fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 7464 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
Page 7466 - Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl ; Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell...
Page 7645 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Page 7466 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 7606 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Page 7600 - In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it —think of it, Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, — kindly, — Smooth, and compose them ; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Thro' muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed...
Page 7606 - To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied: We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 7602 - Work ! work ! work ! from weary chime to chime; work ! work ! work ! as prisoners work for crime. Band, and gusset, and seam ; seam, and gusset, and band ; till the heart is sick, and the brain 'benumbed, as well as the weary hand.