The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Том 17Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... give a voice to silent Russia , were all of the same age ; they all began to write during the years immediately following the disturbances which shook Europe in 1848. During the quarter century which they made glorious , their country ...
... give a voice to silent Russia , were all of the same age ; they all began to write during the years immediately following the disturbances which shook Europe in 1848. During the quarter century which they made glorious , their country ...
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... gives a striking answer to his blasphemies against his art . He returns to that art . At seventy years of age , the robust old man wrote another great romance . The publication of Résurrection has been but recently begun in a Russian ...
... gives a striking answer to his blasphemies against his art . He returns to that art . At seventy years of age , the robust old man wrote another great romance . The publication of Résurrection has been but recently begun in a Russian ...
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... give them their lessons in writing and thinking while they are at school . We seek the ideal before us , it is behind us . The development of man is not the process by which we can realise our ideal of harmony , it is , on the contrary ...
... give them their lessons in writing and thinking while they are at school . We seek the ideal before us , it is behind us . The development of man is not the process by which we can realise our ideal of harmony , it is , on the contrary ...
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... give it to my honey : I would it were ten thousand pounds , I'd give it all to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . My master and the neighbors all Make game of me and Sally , And , but for her , I'd ...
... give it to my honey : I would it were ten thousand pounds , I'd give it all to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . My master and the neighbors all Make game of me and Sally , And , but for her , I'd ...
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... give the Publick some Memoirs of my own Life ; at which you have never failed to laugh , like a Friend , without saying a word to dissuade me from it ; concluding , I suppose , that such a wild Thought could not possibly require a ...
... give the Publick some Memoirs of my own Life ; at which you have never failed to laugh , like a Friend , without saying a word to dissuade me from it ; concluding , I suppose , that such a wild Thought could not possibly require a ...
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Страница 268 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Страница 242 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Страница 265 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Страница 82 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer, of vigor born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light That fly the approach of morn.