Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Volumen19Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 |
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... Gilliatt lost sight of it . Gilliatt set out on a run after the crab along the base of the reef . The crab sought to escape . Suddenly , he was no longer in sight . The crab had just hidden in some crevice under the rock . Gilliatt ...
... Gilliatt lost sight of it . Gilliatt set out on a run after the crab along the base of the reef . The crab sought to escape . Suddenly , he was no longer in sight . The crab had just hidden in some crevice under the rock . Gilliatt ...
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... Gilliatt threw himself backwards , but could hardly move . He was as though nailed to the spot ; with his left hand , which remained free , he took his . knife , which he held between his teeth , and holding the knife with his hand he ...
... Gilliatt threw himself backwards , but could hardly move . He was as though nailed to the spot ; with his left hand , which remained free , he took his . knife , which he held between his teeth , and holding the knife with his hand he ...
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... Gilliatt's naked form in a terrible fashion , and suddenly stretching out , immensely long and thin , it applied itself to his skin and surrounded his whole body . At the same time , unheard- of suffering , which was comparable to ...
... Gilliatt's naked form in a terrible fashion , and suddenly stretching out , immensely long and thin , it applied itself to his skin and surrounded his whole body . At the same time , unheard- of suffering , which was comparable to ...
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... Gilliatt had but one resource , - his knife . He had only his left hand free ; but as the reader knows , he could make powerful use of it . It might have been said of him that he had two right hands . His open knife was in his hand ...
... Gilliatt had but one resource , - his knife . He had only his left hand free ; but as the reader knows , he could make powerful use of it . It might have been said of him that he had two right hands . His open knife was in his hand ...
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... Gilliatt's breast . Gilliatt , wounded in the flank and with both arms pinioned , would have been a dead man . But Gilliatt was on his guard . Being watched , he watched . He avoided the tentacle , and at the moment when the creat- ure ...
... Gilliatt's breast . Gilliatt , wounded in the flank and with both arms pinioned , would have been a dead man . But Gilliatt was on his guard . Being watched , he watched . He avoided the tentacle , and at the moment when the creat- ure ...
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Alcinous arms beautiful boat breath called chalk Conspirator dark daughter dead death delight Don Carlos Don Ruy Gomez Doña Sol drama dream Duke Duke of Gotha essays eyes father feel feet flowers friends Fulkerson Galahad Gilliatt grace Greeks hand head heard heart heaven Hernani Holy Grail Homer honor Hugo human Huxley Iliad King lady land Leigh Hunt Les Burgraves Les Misérables light literary living look Lord Mæcenas maiden Makbeth mind morning mother nature Nausicaa never night o'er octopus Odyssey passed PIETER CORNELISZOON HOOFT poems poet poetry pray protoplasm round seemed side smile song soul spirit stood street sweet tell thee things thou thought took Translation Troy turned unto verse Victor Hugo voice W. D. Howells whole words young Zeus
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Página 7454 - GOD give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands ; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor, men who will not lie ; Men who can stand before a demagogue, And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking...
Página 7466 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Página 7647 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Página 7608 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Página 7463 - Her deck once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea...
Página 7602 - In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it —think of it, Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, — kindly, — Smooth, and compose them ; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Thro' muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed...
Página 7604 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — • Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Página 7608 - To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied: We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 7608 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!
Página 7830 - If we take in our hand any volume; of divinity or school metaphysics, for instance; let us ask, Does it contain any abstract reasoning concerning quantity or number'} No. Does it contain any experimental reasoning concerning matter of fact and existence? No. Commit it then to the flames: for it can contain nothing but sophistry and illusion.