The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, Volumen3Carson & Simpson, 1900 |
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Términos y frases comunes
arms beautiful bells beneath bless blue sun breath bright brow called CAROLINE LEE HENTZ carronade Castle Rackrent charm cheek cold cried dark dear death deep Don Quixote door dream earth Eveline eyes face fair father fear feel fell fire flowers FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD friends glory hand happy hath head heard heart heaven hope horse hour Jason Joan king lady Lalain Lalla Rookh land Lars Porsena light lips live look maid MARGARET FULLER mind morning mother nature never night o'er orange orange day passed pity RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM rose round seemed side sigh Sir Condy Sir George Dashwood sleep smile song soon soul spirit star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought tion trees turned twas voice waves wild wind words young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 478 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still of countless price God will provide for sacrifice.
Página 79 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my...
Página 162 - Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Página 224 - THE BELLS. HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 69 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Página 237 - If all the world and love were young And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Página 380 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 269 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray...
Página 267 - Twas still some solace, in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each With some new hope or legend old, Or song heroically bold; But even these at length grew cold.
Página 269 - In this last loss, of all the most. And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less.