The Classic and the Beautiful from the Literature of Three Thousand Years, 第 4 巻Carson & Simpson, 1900 |
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... thou , I by thee , To trust thee from my side , imagined wise , Constant , mature , proof against all assaults , The day of his offence . " Why comes not And understood that all was but a show John Milton THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ...
... thou , I by thee , To trust thee from my side , imagined wise , Constant , mature , proof against all assaults , The day of his offence . " Why comes not And understood that all was but a show John Milton THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ...
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... thou feelst as yet least |. This novelty on earth , this fair defect Of nature , and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine , Or find some other way to generate Mankind ? This mischief had not then be- fallen ...
... thou feelst as yet least |. This novelty on earth , this fair defect Of nature , and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine , Or find some other way to generate Mankind ? This mischief had not then be- fallen ...
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Henry Coppée. His full wrath whose thou feelst as yet least | No sound was heard of clashing wars , BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES . TORQUATO TASSO . EW poets have presented. part , And my displeasure bearst so ill . If prayers Could alter high ...
Henry Coppée. His full wrath whose thou feelst as yet least | No sound was heard of clashing wars , BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES . TORQUATO TASSO . EW poets have presented. part , And my displeasure bearst so ill . If prayers Could alter high ...
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... THOU that rollest above , round as the shield of fathers ! Whence are thy my beams , O Sun ! thy everlasting light ? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty : the stars . hide themselves in the sky : the moon , cold and pale , sinks in ...
... THOU that rollest above , round as the shield of fathers ! Whence are thy my beams , O Sun ! thy everlasting light ? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty : the stars . hide themselves in the sky : the moon , cold and pale , sinks in ...
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... thou art perhaps like me - for a sea- son thy years will have an end ; thou shalt sleep in the clouds , careless of the voice of the morning . Exult then , O Sun , in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely : it is like the ...
... thou art perhaps like me - for a sea- son thy years will have an end ; thou shalt sleep in the clouds , careless of the voice of the morning . Exult then , O Sun , in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely : it is like the ...
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154 ページ - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
322 ページ - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
257 ページ - Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! O, it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
154 ページ - THERE was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which 'spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
155 ページ - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
100 ページ - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me...
306 ページ - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
190 ページ - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
473 ページ - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
309 ページ - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.