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 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 42
Página 27
... passed through the hem of their parchment and leather garments whenever he touched them , as the precious drugs sweated through the bat's handle in the Arabian story . I tell you he is at home wherever he smells the invigorating ...
... passed through the hem of their parchment and leather garments whenever he touched them , as the precious drugs sweated through the bat's handle in the Arabian story . I tell you he is at home wherever he smells the invigorating ...
Página 47
... passed by the door , And again The pavement stones resound , As he totters o'er the ground With his cane . They say that in his prime , Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down , Not a better man was found By the crier on his round ...
... passed by the door , And again The pavement stones resound , As he totters o'er the ground With his cane . They say that in his prime , Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down , Not a better man was found By the crier on his round ...
Página 74
... passed on , not presuming to occupy too much of the great man's atten- tion . The archdeacon shook hands very heartily with Dr. Stan- hope , and Mrs. Grantly seated herself by the doctor's wife . And Mrs. Proudie moved about with well ...
... passed on , not presuming to occupy too much of the great man's atten- tion . The archdeacon shook hands very heartily with Dr. Stan- hope , and Mrs. Grantly seated herself by the doctor's wife . And Mrs. Proudie moved about with well ...
Página 84
... passed on to the next room , " Mr. Slope , his lordship is especially desirous of your attendance below ; you will greatly oblige me if you will join him . " And so she stalked on . Mr. Slope muttered something in reply , and prepared ...
... passed on to the next room , " Mr. Slope , his lordship is especially desirous of your attendance below ; you will greatly oblige me if you will join him . " And so she stalked on . Mr. Slope muttered something in reply , and prepared ...
Página 86
... passed , and as quickly pricked a mark against his name on the chapel lists . As the freshman went by , they made a careful study of his person , and took mental daguerreo- types of his features . Seeing no beadle or pew opener ( or ...
... passed , and as quickly pricked a mark against his name on the chapel lists . As the freshman went by , they made a careful study of his person , and took mental daguerreo- types of his features . Seeing no beadle or pew opener ( or ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
Adinda asked Badoer beauty better bishop body born Braehead buffalo called Carcassonne character CHARLES DICKENS child Christel church Colonel countess cried Darya Mihailovna daughter dear death desiccated door eyes face father fear feel followed Fraser's Magazine French Fritz give hand happy head heard heart heaven Herr Amtshauptmann human Irish Ivy Green Jacobite Jael John king Kobus La Crau lady Larkyns live look Lord Madame Miller mind Mlle morning mother nature never night OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once Pigasof Pöllnitz poor Porhoet pray Proudie replied round Rudin Saïdjah seemed servant Signora Sister Slope smile song soon soul speak star-spangled banner stood Suzel tell thalers thee things thou thought tion took tree truth turned Verdant Verdant Green voice wife window woman words young
Pasajes populares
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...