Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Том 6Jeannette Leonard Gilder Christian Herald, 1905 |
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... Wind of Death . The Hurt of Love . Song . MAUPASSANT , GUY DE Who Can Tell ? MEREDITH , GEORGE 243 261 Diana's Night - watch . MEREDITH , OWEN , see EDWARD ROBERT BULWER- LYTTON . MILTON , JOHN On the Morning of Christ's Nativity . L ...
... Wind of Death . The Hurt of Love . Song . MAUPASSANT , GUY DE Who Can Tell ? MEREDITH , GEORGE 243 261 Diana's Night - watch . MEREDITH , OWEN , see EDWARD ROBERT BULWER- LYTTON . MILTON , JOHN On the Morning of Christ's Nativity . L ...
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... Wind of Death One Gray Hair , The On His Blindness On Southey's Death · Thomas Moore 320 Henry W. Longfellow 138 Walter Savage Landor 109 George Macdonald 240 Walter Savage Landor 108 John Milton 282 Walter Savage Landor 109 On the ...
... Wind of Death One Gray Hair , The On His Blindness On Southey's Death · Thomas Moore 320 Henry W. Longfellow 138 Walter Savage Landor 109 George Macdonald 240 Walter Savage Landor 108 John Milton 282 Walter Savage Landor 109 On the ...
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... wind was wild and dark wi ' foam , And all alone went she . The creeping tide came up along the sand , And o'er and o'er the sand , And round and round the sand , As far as eye could see ; The blinding mist came down and hid the land ...
... wind was wild and dark wi ' foam , And all alone went she . The creeping tide came up along the sand , And o'er and o'er the sand , And round and round the sand , As far as eye could see ; The blinding mist came down and hid the land ...
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... wind shifted , and the moon shone out merrily . And so was the deep policy of Hercules of Pisa , on which hung the fate of Ireland and the Papacy , decided by a ten minutes ' squall . But where is Amyas ? In the ditch , aware that the ...
... wind shifted , and the moon shone out merrily . And so was the deep policy of Hercules of Pisa , on which hung the fate of Ireland and the Papacy , decided by a ten minutes ' squall . But where is Amyas ? In the ditch , aware that the ...
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... wind is in the palm - trees , an ' the temple bells they say , " Come you back , you British soldier , come you to Mandalay ! " Come you back to Mandalay , Where the old Flotilla lay ; back Can't you ' ear their paddles chunkin ' from ...
... wind is in the palm - trees , an ' the temple bells they say , " Come you back , you British soldier , come you to Mandalay ! " Come you back to Mandalay , Where the old Flotilla lay ; back Can't you ' ear their paddles chunkin ' from ...
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arms Benira Bertran Bimi Buldoo Christ clouds Clusium Copleigh cross Dacotahs Danny Deever dark dead dear death DONALD GRANT MITCHELL door doth dream earth eyes face father fear fire forest Fuzzy-Wuzzy geant glory hair hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Hiawatha holy king knew land Larry McHale Lars Porsena Laughing Water Lepcha light live look Lord maiden morning Mulvaney Namgay Doola Nathan NATHAN THE WISE never night o'er Philammon poet ride ring road to Mandalay rose round Saladin Saumarez shadows shout sing Sir Launfal smile song soul sound stood sweet tears tell thee thet things thou art thou shalt thought thyself tower turned unto village voice waited wall watch waves Widow Malone wind youth
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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.