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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... thought had recalled his fate to him , as it led him imperceptibly back from the forlorn hopes to which he had clung . " Ah , ha ! then my suspicions were well founded ! " said the other , and his hands held the young man's wrists in a ...
... thought had recalled his fate to him , as it led him imperceptibly back from the forlorn hopes to which he had clung . " Ah , ha ! then my suspicions were well founded ! " said the other , and his hands held the young man's wrists in a ...
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... thought that the older was in his dotage , and waited in bewilderment without venturing to reply . " Turn round ... thoughts . Still a harmless curiosity led him to bend over it and look at it from all points of view , and he soon found ...
... thought that the older was in his dotage , and waited in bewilderment without venturing to reply . " Turn round ... thoughts . Still a harmless curiosity led him to bend over it and look at it from all points of view , and he soon found ...
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... Thought has destroyed Will , so that Power is relegated to the ordinary functions of my economy . In a word , it is ... thought , place the springs of happiness within himself , and draw thence uncounted pleasures in idea , unsoiled by ...
... Thought has destroyed Will , so that Power is relegated to the ordinary functions of my economy . In a word , it is ... thought , place the springs of happiness within himself , and draw thence uncounted pleasures in idea , unsoiled by ...
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... thought ; the elder bore his age visibly written in his white hair , the younger was of no age . " I have not slept all night , sir ; " so Raphael greeted his antagonist . The icy tone and terrible glance that went with the words made ...
... thought ; the elder bore his age visibly written in his white hair , the younger was of no age . " I have not slept all night , sir ; " so Raphael greeted his antagonist . The icy tone and terrible glance that went with the words made ...
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... thought that she had left the " She is murdering me , " he added . room . " What is that ? I am murdering you , am I ? " cried La Cibot , suddenly appearing , hand on hips and eyes aflame . “ I am as faithful as a dog , and this is all ...
... thought that she had left the " She is murdering me , " he added . room . " What is that ? I am murdering you , am I ? " cried La Cibot , suddenly appearing , hand on hips and eyes aflame . “ I am as faithful as a dog , and this is all ...
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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.