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 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 and study , " the stranger replied ; " and yet they have not even supported me . I am not to be gulled by a sermon worthy of Swedenborg , nor by your Oriental amulet , nor yet by your charitable endeavors to keep me in a world ...
... thought and study , " the stranger replied ; " and yet they have not even supported me . I am not to be gulled by a sermon worthy of Swedenborg , nor by your Oriental amulet , nor yet by your charitable endeavors to keep me in a world ...
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... thought to fling himself , the old man's prediction had been fulfilled , the hour of his death had been already put back by fate . " We really regretted you , " said his friend , still pursuing his theme . " It was a question of a plan ...
... thought to fling himself , the old man's prediction had been fulfilled , the hour of his death had been already put back by fate . " We really regretted you , " said his friend , still pursuing his theme . " It was a question of a plan ...
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... thought ; a desire to throw light upon the puzzle excited him ; he managed to reach the door , opened it after many efforts , and stood on the threshold of his salon . There they were his dear pictures , his statues , his Florentine ...
... thought ; a desire to throw light upon the puzzle excited him ; he managed to reach the door , opened it after many efforts , and stood on the threshold of his salon . There they were his dear pictures , his statues , his Florentine ...
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Adrienne ALFRED TENNYSON answered Arthur Dimmesdale asked bandolining beautiful bells Ben Bolt better breath canon Chateau d'If child Cibot Cleopatra colonel Consuelo cried curate Dantes dark dead dear death Djalma door Dorcas dream Ellen eyes face fancy father fear feeling felt Fraisier gentleman give hand happiness head hear heard heart Heaven Hester Hester Prynne hope hour Jane Jefferson Brick Kardouon Lady Hester Stanhope laugh leave light lips listen live look Mademoiselle de Cardoville Magus Martin Meïamoun mind missis Mugby Junction never night once passed Pons poor Rawdon replied Reuben scarlet letter Schaunard Schmucke seemed smile Sniff soul stood sure sweet tears tell thee THEOPHILE GAUTIER things THOMAS HOOD thou thought tree trembling turned voice wife wish woman words Xailoun young lord
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Страница 223 - Work — work — work, In the dull December light; And work — work — work, When the weather is warm and bright, While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the spring.
Страница 181 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Страница 218 - 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.
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