The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Том 24Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... eyes . Perhaps the mournful tones of his voice reassured him , or he also read the dark signs of fate in the faded features that had made the gamblers shudder ; he released his hands , but , with a touch of caution , due to the ...
... eyes . Perhaps the mournful tones of his voice reassured him , or he also read the dark signs of fate in the faded features that had made the gamblers shudder ; he released his hands , but , with a touch of caution , due to the ...
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... eyes aflame . “ I am as faithful as a dog , and this is all I get ! God Almighty !. She burst into tears and dropped down into the great chair , a tragical movement which wrought a most disastrous revulsion in Pons . " Very good , " she ...
... eyes aflame . “ I am as faithful as a dog , and this is all I get ! God Almighty !. She burst into tears and dropped down into the great chair , a tragical movement which wrought a most disastrous revulsion in Pons . " Very good , " she ...
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... eyes . Next morning , at six o'clock , Élie Magus and Rémonencq took down the paintings of their choice . Two receipts for two thousand five hundred francs were made out in correct form : - " I , the undersigned , representing M. Pons ...
... eyes . Next morning , at six o'clock , Élie Magus and Rémonencq took down the paintings of their choice . Two receipts for two thousand five hundred francs were made out in correct form : - " I , the undersigned , representing M. Pons ...
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... eyes grew dull . " I would not give more than a hundred thousand francs myself for the collection . You cannot tell how long you may keep a thing on hand . . . . There are masterpieces that wait ten years for a buyer , and meanwhile the ...
... eyes grew dull . " I would not give more than a hundred thousand francs myself for the collection . You cannot tell how long you may keep a thing on hand . . . . There are masterpieces that wait ten years for a buyer , and meanwhile the ...
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... eyes ; his strength failed him ; he fell fainting upon the polished floor . So heavy was the swoon that for two hours he lay as he fell , till Schmucke awoke and went to see his friend , and found him lying unconscious in the salon ...
... eyes ; his strength failed him ; he fell fainting upon the polished floor . So heavy was the swoon that for two hours he lay as he fell , till Schmucke awoke and went to see his friend , and found him lying unconscious in the salon ...
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Adrienne ALFRED TENNYSON answered Arthur Dimmesdale asked bandolining Bantornyi beautiful bells Ben Bolt better breath canon Caudle Chateau d'If child Cibot Cleopatra colonel Consuelo cried curate Dantes dark dear death Djalma door Dorcas dream Ellen eyes face fancy father fear feel felt Fraisier gentleman hand happiness head hear heard heart Heaven Hester Prynne hope hour Jane Jefferson Brick Kardouon knew La Cibot Lady Hester Lady Hester Stanhope laugh leave light lips listened live Lockman looked Magus Malvin Martin Meïamoun mind never Nevermore night once passed Pons poor Rémonencq replied returned Reuben Rochester rock round Schmucke seemed sleep smile soul stood sure tell thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thousand francs told took tree turned voice wish woman words Xailoun young lord
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Страница 229 - 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 ! I remember, I remember...
Страница 379 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Страница 378 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Страница 142 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Страница 404 - THERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Страница 142 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Страница 232 - 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 She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Страница 226 - Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Страница 143 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Страница 229 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.