The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volumen26Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, Limited, 1899 |
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... less stir in our realm than my Lord of Leicester . ' The gravest wisdom and the highest breeding lent their sanction to the prac- tice . Lord Bacon playfully declared himself a descendant of ' Og , the King of Bashan . Sir Philip Sidney ...
... less stir in our realm than my Lord of Leicester . ' The gravest wisdom and the highest breeding lent their sanction to the prac- tice . Lord Bacon playfully declared himself a descendant of ' Og , the King of Bashan . Sir Philip Sidney ...
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... less than one minute ; but , madam , you could not empty that last quarter of a gill , though you were turned into a marble Hebe , and held the vessel upside down for a thousand years . " ― One gets tired to death of the old , old ...
... less than one minute ; but , madam , you could not empty that last quarter of a gill , though you were turned into a marble Hebe , and held the vessel upside down for a thousand years . " ― One gets tired to death of the old , old ...
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... less legitimate heraldry of its coach panels . It is very curious to observe of how small account military folks are held among our Northern people . Our young men must gild their spurs , but they need not win them . The equal division ...
... less legitimate heraldry of its coach panels . It is very curious to observe of how small account military folks are held among our Northern people . Our young men must gild their spurs , but they need not win them . The equal division ...
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... less radius . On the other hand , when we find a portion of an arc outside of our own , we say it intersects ours , but are very slow to confess or to see that it circumscribes it . Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new ...
... less radius . On the other hand , when we find a portion of an arc outside of our own , we say it intersects ours , but are very slow to confess or to see that it circumscribes it . Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new ...
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... less would do no hurt . Of pictures , I should like to own Titians and Raphaels three or four , - I love so much their style and tone , One Turner , and no more - - ( A landscape , foreground golden dirt ; The sunshine painted with a ...
... less would do no hurt . Of pictures , I should like to own Titians and Raphaels three or four , - I love so much their style and tone , One Turner , and no more - - ( A landscape , foreground golden dirt ; The sunshine painted with a ...
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Página 308 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Página 227 - My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills like that above.
Página 41 - There is always somewhere a weakest spot, — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, or within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...
Página 226 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Página 214 - In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool. Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Página 111 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Página 226 - Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Página 44 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Página 218 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Página 118 - Into the fine cloth white like flame Weaving the golden thread, To fashion the birth-robes for them Who are just born, being dead. ' He shall fear, haply, and be dumb : Then...