Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Том 6Jeannette Leonard Gilder Christian Herald, 1905 |
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... Morning of Christ's Nativity . L'Allegro . Il Penseroso . On His Blindness . 272 The Hymn on the Nativity . The Disobedience . MITCHELL , DONALD GRANT . School Days . The Sea . The Father - Land . MOORE , THOMAS . Go , where Glory Waits ...
... Morning of Christ's Nativity . L'Allegro . Il Penseroso . On His Blindness . 272 The Hymn on the Nativity . The Disobedience . MITCHELL , DONALD GRANT . School Days . The Sea . The Father - Land . MOORE , THOMAS . Go , where Glory Waits ...
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... Morning of Christ's Nativity John Milton 272 Paul Revere's Ride Henry W. Longfellow 171 Poor Relations Charles Lamb 83 Psalm of Life , A Henry W. Longfellow 129 Rainy Day , The Henry W. Longfellow 134 Reaper and the Flowers , The ...
... Morning of Christ's Nativity John Milton 272 Paul Revere's Ride Henry W. Longfellow 171 Poor Relations Charles Lamb 83 Psalm of Life , A Henry W. Longfellow 129 Rainy Day , The Henry W. Longfellow 134 Reaper and the Flowers , The ...
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... morning gleam as the tide went down , And the women are weeping and wringing their hands , For those who will never come home to the town ; For men must work , and women must weep , And the sooner it's over , the sooner to sleep ; And ...
... morning gleam as the tide went down , And the women are weeping and wringing their hands , For those who will never come home to the town ; For men must work , and women must weep , And the sooner it's over , the sooner to sleep ; And ...
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... morning and smoke his cigar und eat his dinner mit Bertran , und walk mit him hand - in - hand , which was most horrible . Herr Gott ! I haf seen dot beast throw himself back in his chair and laugh when Bertran haf made fun of me . He ...
... morning and smoke his cigar und eat his dinner mit Bertran , und walk mit him hand - in - hand , which was most horrible . Herr Gott ! I haf seen dot beast throw himself back in his chair and laugh when Bertran haf made fun of me . He ...
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... morning the crier went through the state proclaiming that there was a log - jam on the river and that it behooved all loyal subjects to clear it . The people poured down from their villages to the moist , warm valley of poppy fields ...
... morning the crier went through the state proclaiming that there was a log - jam on the river and that it behooved all loyal subjects to clear it . The people poured down from their villages to the moist , warm valley of poppy fields ...
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Стр. 278 - There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast ; And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
Стр. 177 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Стр. 140 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Стр. 280 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek!
Стр. 165 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
Стр. 154 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Стр. 286 - Of Man's First Disobedience, and the Fruit Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste Brought Death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat, Sing Heav'nly Muse...
Стр. 281 - To walk the studious cloister's pale And love the high-embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof And storied windows richly dight Casting a dim religious light: There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Стр. 314 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Стр. 166 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. My Lord has need of these flowerets gay, The Reaper said, and smiled : Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.