The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Volumen4Carson & Simpson, 1894 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonis Agni Andromache Apollyon arms beauty beneath blessed Blue Peter born Brahmans breast breath bright called Canute Captain Car child Cicero cold cried dark dead dear death dream earl earth eyes Fabius face fair father fear fire flowers geological periods gods grave hair hand Hannibal happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven honor Inchcape Rock Indra Jack JAMES LEGGE Johnny king knew Lady leave light lips live look Lord Mencius Mesty Michelangelo mind morning mother never night o'er once passed Pindar poet poor provost replied Rorie rose round seemed Shingebiss Silurian sleep smile song soul spirit stars Starvieston stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tion Twas Veda Violet Vixen voice Vritra wife wild wind wonder words young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 155 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Página 444 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 309 - customed bill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree ; Another came, nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood, was he ; " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read — for thou canst read — the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 257 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; — Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair! 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.
Página 190 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight: A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 101 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Página 155 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Página 257 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Página 27 - Oh ! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Página 259 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a