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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Página 193
... Saïdjah's father refused to give an answer . Therefore he feared that his buffalo had been slaughtered , as the other buffaloes which the district chief had taken from the people . And Saïdjah wept much when he thought of this poor ...
... Saïdjah's father refused to give an answer . Therefore he feared that his buffalo had been slaughtered , as the other buffaloes which the district chief had taken from the people . And Saïdjah wept much when he thought of this poor ...
Página 194
... Saïdjah did not mean anything bad . He only said it because he had often heard it said by others when they were dissatisfied with their buffaloes . But it was useless ; his buf- falo did not move an inch . He shook his head , as if to ...
... Saïdjah did not mean anything bad . He only said it because he had often heard it said by others when they were dissatisfied with their buffaloes . But it was useless ; his buf- falo did not move an inch . He shook his head , as if to ...
Página 195
... Saïdjah who caused him to be slaughtered . Some days afterwards Saïdjah's father fled out of the country ; for he was much afraid of being punished for not paying his land taxes , and he had not another heirloom to sell , that he might ...
... Saïdjah who caused him to be slaughtered . Some days afterwards Saïdjah's father fled out of the country ; for he was much afraid of being punished for not paying his land taxes , and he had not another heirloom to sell , that he might ...
Página 196
... Saïdjah , how can I know when I am to go to the ketapan ? " Saïdjah considered and said : " Count the moons ; I shall stay away three times twelve moons , . . . this moon not included . See , Adinda , at every new moon cut a notch in ...
... Saïdjah , how can I know when I am to go to the ketapan ? " Saïdjah considered and said : " Count the moons ; I shall stay away three times twelve moons , . . . this moon not included . See , Adinda , at every new moon cut a notch in ...
Página 197
... Saïdjah arrived at Batavia . He begged a gentleman to take him into his service , which this gentleman did , because he did not understand Saïdjah's language [ Sundanese ] ; for they like to have servants at Batavia who do not speak ...
... Saïdjah arrived at Batavia . He begged a gentleman to take him into his service , which this gentleman did , because he did not understand Saïdjah's language [ Sundanese ] ; for they like to have servants at Batavia who do not speak ...
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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...