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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... - - What horrors , when it flashed over him that he had made this fine speech , word for word , twice over ! Yet it was not VOL . XXVI . 2 true , as the lady might perhaps have fairly inferred THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST TABLE . 17.
... - - What horrors , when it flashed over him that he had made this fine speech , word for word , twice over ! Yet it was not VOL . XXVI . 2 true , as the lady might perhaps have fairly inferred THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST TABLE . 17.
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... true , as the lady might perhaps have fairly inferred , that he had embellished his conversation with the Huma daily during that whole interval of years . On the contrary , he had never once thought of the odious fowl until the ...
... true , as the lady might perhaps have fairly inferred , that he had embellished his conversation with the Huma daily during that whole interval of years . On the contrary , he had never once thought of the odious fowl until the ...
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... true explorers . I value a man mainly for his primary relations with truth , as I understand truth , — not for any secondary artifice in handling his ideas . Some of the sharpest men in argument are notoriously unsound in judgment THE ...
... true explorers . I value a man mainly for his primary relations with truth , as I understand truth , — not for any secondary artifice in handling his ideas . Some of the sharpest men in argument are notoriously unsound in judgment THE ...
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... true , have all the antecedents I have spoken of , and yet be a boor or a shabby fellow . One may have none of them , and yet be fit for councils and courts . Then let them change places . Our social arrangement has this great beauty ...
... true , have all the antecedents I have spoken of , and yet be a boor or a shabby fellow . One may have none of them , and yet be fit for councils and courts . Then let them change places . Our social arrangement has this great beauty ...
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... true dandyism . A little boy dressed up very fine , who puts his finger in his mouth and takes to crying , if other boys make fun of him , looks very silly . But if he turns red in the face and knotty in the fists , and makes an example ...
... true dandyism . A little boy dressed up very fine , who puts his finger in his mouth and takes to crying , if other boys make fun of him , looks very silly . But if he turns red in the face and knotty in the fists , and makes an example ...
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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...