Famous Authors and the Best Literature of England and America ...: Together with Choice Selections from Their Writings ...William Wilfred Birdsall, Rufus Matthew Jones American Book & Bible House, 1897 - 544 páginas |
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... breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells , In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed . The lily I condemned for thy hand , And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : XCIX . The roses fearfully on ...
... breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells , In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed . The lily I condemned for thy hand , And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : XCIX . The roses fearfully on ...
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... breath , That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres , To hear the sea - maid's music . Puck . I remember . Obe . That very time I saw ( but thou couldst not ) , Flying between the cold ...
... breath , That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres , To hear the sea - maid's music . Puck . I remember . Obe . That very time I saw ( but thou couldst not ) , Flying between the cold ...
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... breath a flame entire , That , being shot like lightning in , Wounds the heart , but not the skin . He doth bear a golden bow , And a quiver , hanging low , Full of arrows , that outbrave Dian's shafts , where , if he have Any head more ...
... breath a flame entire , That , being shot like lightning in , Wounds the heart , but not the skin . He doth bear a golden bow , And a quiver , hanging low , Full of arrows , that outbrave Dian's shafts , where , if he have Any head more ...
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... breath of reason itself - slays an immortality rather than a life . T was the winter wild , While the heaven - born child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature , in awe to him , Had doff'd her gaudy trim , With her great ...
... breath of reason itself - slays an immortality rather than a life . T was the winter wild , While the heaven - born child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature , in awe to him , Had doff'd her gaudy trim , With her great ...
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... breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend , lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! Oh Grave ! where is thy Victory ? Oh Death ...
... breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend , lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! Oh Grave ! where is thy Victory ? Oh Death ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adam Bede angels Armorel beauty bells Ben Jonson blessed breath Cæsar called Charles Dickens child corn-law dark dear death Deemster delight earth England English eyes face Faerie Queene fair father flowers George Eliot HALL CAINE hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hope human Ivanhoe king labor lady Lady of Shalott light literary literature live London look Lord master mind Miss Miss Bretherton never night noble novels o'er once passed poems poet poetry poor Poyser published Queen replied rose Roseveans round RUDYARD KIPLING Scene Shakespeare sleep smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stood story sweet tears tell thee things thou thought truth verse voice weary Wee Willie Winkie Weller woman wonder word writings young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 81 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed can never be supplied.
Página 97 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
Página 78 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 114 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Página 55 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 53 - And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Página 54 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 97 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
Página 303 - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before. On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Página 51 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.