The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volume 14Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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Pagina 36
... hand , Marched boldly up , like our trained band , Presented , and away . When all the meat was on the table , What man of knife or teeth was able To stay to be intreated ? And this the very reason was , Before the parson could say ...
... hand , Marched boldly up , like our trained band , Presented , and away . When all the meat was on the table , What man of knife or teeth was able To stay to be intreated ? And this the very reason was , Before the parson could say ...
Pagina 42
... hand that twines the thread of life than that of nature : we are not only igno- rant in antipathies and occult qualities ; our ends are as obscure as our beginnings ; the line of our days is drawn by night , and the various effects ...
... hand that twines the thread of life than that of nature : we are not only igno- rant in antipathies and occult qualities ; our ends are as obscure as our beginnings ; the line of our days is drawn by night , and the various effects ...
Pagina 43
... hand to destroy us , and we are beholden unto every one we meet , he doth not kill us . There is therefore but one comfort left , that though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life , it is not in the strongest to ...
... hand to destroy us , and we are beholden unto every one we meet , he doth not kill us . There is therefore but one comfort left , that though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life , it is not in the strongest to ...
Pagina 49
... hand , and we quicken'd our pace down into the street . It lay on the slope , and midway down we pass'd some watch fires burn'd out ; and then a soldier or two running and fasten- ing their straps ; and last a little child , that seem'd ...
... hand , and we quicken'd our pace down into the street . It lay on the slope , and midway down we pass'd some watch fires burn'd out ; and then a soldier or two running and fasten- ing their straps ; and last a little child , that seem'd ...
Pagina 50
... hand- -- " The General Hopton ? " cried I. " Even so , sir . My lord , " he went on , still holding my hand and turning to his companion , " let me present to you the gentleman that in January sav'd your house of Bocconnoc from burning ...
... hand- -- " The General Hopton ? " cried I. " Even so , sir . My lord , " he went on , still holding my hand and turning to his companion , " let me present to you the gentleman that in January sav'd your house of Bocconnoc from burning ...
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The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature ..., Volume 14 Richard Garnett Volledige weergave - 1899 |
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Pagina 29 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
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Pagina 287 - Time which antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor monuments. In vain we hope to be known by open and visible conservatories, when to be unknown was the means of their continuation, and obscurity their protection.
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Pagina 36 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.