The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Том 18Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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... called to the bar in 1874 , but never practised . His first book , Heaps of Money , appeared in 1876 ; it has been followed by Mademoiselle de Mersac , Thirlby Hall , Matrimony , A Man of His Word , That Terrible Man , Her Own Doing ...
... called to the bar in 1874 , but never practised . His first book , Heaps of Money , appeared in 1876 ; it has been followed by Mademoiselle de Mersac , Thirlby Hall , Matrimony , A Man of His Word , That Terrible Man , Her Own Doing ...
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... called a merchant - prince , Over the ships he sent to sea , And never , never , heard of since . " To ye , O woods , the annual May Restores the leaves ye lost before ; The tide that now forsakes the bay , This night will wash the ...
... called a merchant - prince , Over the ships he sent to sea , And never , never , heard of since . " To ye , O woods , the annual May Restores the leaves ye lost before ; The tide that now forsakes the bay , This night will wash the ...
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... Called from his grave , we see And greeting they will send To friend Aladdin cheerily as a friend . The oak's thick gloom Prevails not wholly where Warbles the nightingale , and fair Flowers waft perfume . On thee , to whom I owe New ...
... Called from his grave , we see And greeting they will send To friend Aladdin cheerily as a friend . The oak's thick gloom Prevails not wholly where Warbles the nightingale , and fair Flowers waft perfume . On thee , to whom I owe New ...
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... called me her poor orphan boy . " What is an orphan boy ? " I cried , As in her face I looked and smiled ; My mother , through her tears replied , " You'll know too soon , ill - fated child ! " And now they've tolled my mother's knell ...
... called me her poor orphan boy . " What is an orphan boy ? " I cried , As in her face I looked and smiled ; My mother , through her tears replied , " You'll know too soon , ill - fated child ! " And now they've tolled my mother's knell ...
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... called incor- poreal and spiritual . That the souls of all rational be- ings , after putting off one state , pass into another , either superior or inferior , according to their respective be- havior . And that thus , by a kind of ...
... called incor- poreal and spiritual . That the souls of all rational be- ings , after putting off one state , pass into another , either superior or inferior , according to their respective be- havior . And that thus , by a kind of ...
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Страница 447 - ... prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted, On this home by horror haunted, — tell me truly, I implore, Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore !
Страница 439 - 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...
Страница 476 - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Страница 472 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Страница 443 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Страница 447 - And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming' And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Страница 237 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Страница 449 - ... an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil.
Страница 477 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Страница 449 - It was a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.