The flowers of literature, or, Encyclopædia of anecdote, a coll. by W. Oxberry, 第 2 巻William Oxberry 1821 |
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... Sosthenes bought me of the pirates , which , believe me , I will do with my earliest means . But , if not , I will re- main your slave . Behold the marks of his unfeeling cruelty . " With these words , she unclasped her vestment , and ...
... Sosthenes bought me of the pirates , which , believe me , I will do with my earliest means . But , if not , I will re- main your slave . Behold the marks of his unfeeling cruelty . " With these words , she unclasped her vestment , and ...
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... Sosthenes , burning for revenge against Melite , had fired Thersander with a description of Leucippe ; and so worked upon his passions as to induce him to consent to her seizure . With this intent , Sosthenes went to the house where she ...
... Sosthenes , burning for revenge against Melite , had fired Thersander with a description of Leucippe ; and so worked upon his passions as to induce him to consent to her seizure . With this intent , Sosthenes went to the house where she ...
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... Sosthenes , and bade him give her what consolation was in his power ; and said that he would now retire , as he saw that his pre- sence was irksome , but would return when she was more re- covered . Then giving Sosthenes private ...
... Sosthenes , and bade him give her what consolation was in his power ; and said that he would now retire , as he saw that his pre- sence was irksome , but would return when she was more re- covered . Then giving Sosthenes private ...
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... Sosthenes , yet still a lurking suspicion remained , for jealousy , when once it has taken root , is not easily ... Sosthenes , and said , " By heaven ! I think that wretch is some wizard ! Melite , loves him - Leucippe loves him ! Oh ...
... Sosthenes , yet still a lurking suspicion remained , for jealousy , when once it has taken root , is not easily ... Sosthenes , and said , " By heaven ! I think that wretch is some wizard ! Melite , loves him - Leucippe loves him ! Oh ...
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... Sosthenes , " she continued , turning to him , " you know how well I can bear it . You made the trial yourself . " Sosthenes reddened at her words , and advised Thersander to scourge her , and thus teach her the duty she owed to her ...
... Sosthenes , " she continued , turning to him , " you know how well I can bear it . You made the trial yourself . " Sosthenes reddened at her words , and advised Thersander to scourge her , and thus teach her the duty she owed to her ...
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163 ページ - Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.
163 ページ - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
306 ページ - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
240 ページ - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
241 ページ - There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.
375 ページ - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
170 ページ - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
160 ページ - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold...
171 ページ - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
238 ページ - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.