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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volume 37
Charles Dudley Warner,Hamilton Wright Mabie
Visualização completa - 1897
Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volume 38
Charles Dudley Warner
Visualização completa - 1897
Acres Adam Smith Antigone Athenians Basia battle battle of Marathon beauty called Carmagnola character Charles chorus church Coretty Cossacks Creon cried dark dead dear death earth enemy English Euripides Euthydemus eyes father Ferrar flowers give Glaucon Greek hand head hear heard heart heaven Heracles honor hope human Inglesant Jeremiah Curtin John Inglesant Ketling King Knapp labor Lady Teazle light living look Lord madam Malaprop Malatchie Marathon master mind Mindowe mother nature Neoptolemus never night Occonestoga Opitchi-Manneyto Pan Longin Pan Michael pass Philoctetes play poet prince Sanutee School for Scandal seemed Simonides Sir Lucius Sir Oliver Sir Peter sister Skshetuski Socrates song Sophocles sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword tell thee thine things thou thought tion truth twas verse voice Wealth of Nations woman words Yemassee young Zagloba
Página 13298 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Página 13297 - ... flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 13395 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
Página 13298 - Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Highe'r still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 13630 - But when they deliver you up, take no thought how or •what ye shall speak; for it shall be given you in that same hour what ye shall speak. For it is not ye that speak, but the Spirit of your Father which speaketh in you.
Página 13311 - As — she may not be fond to resign. 1 have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed : But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed.
Página 13271 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Página 13300 - With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams ;— Her steps paved with green The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams : And gliding and springing, She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep ; The Earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. Then Alpheus bold, On his glacier cold, With his trident the mountains strook ; And opened a chasm In the rocks; — with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.
Página 13284 - Our Adonais has drunk poison - oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe? The nameless worm would now itself disown: It felt, yet could escape, the magic tone Whose prelude held all envy, hate, and wrong, But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expectation of the song, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung.
Página 13298 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream , under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.