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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Том 38
Charles Dudley Warner
Полный просмотр - 1897
admiration Alceste Alfred de Musset ancient Aryan beautiful better Brahman brooklet Caesar Camille Cathos century charm comedy dancing dear Dorine Dutch Republic Eduard Morike England English eyes fables father feel flowers folk-lore France George Sand give Greek Hallblithe hand Harpagon heart Heaven Henri Murger honor human John Lothrop Motley Juan King lady Le Misanthrope light literary literature living look Madame Madelon Mademoiselle Pinson Marcel Mascarille matter mind Moliere Montesquieu Motley mountain Musset nation nature Netherlands never night o'er once Orgon Oronte Paris passion Perdican Persian person play Plutarch poem poet political religion Rick Pearson Rodolphe Roman Sanskrit seems sleep song soul speak spirit story sweet Tartuffe tell thee thine things thou thought tion translation verses whole William Motherwell wind woman wonderful words young
Стр. 10276 - When Day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of Even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into Heaven — Those hues, that make the Sun's decline So soft, so radiant, LORD ! are Thine.
Стр. 10273 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Стр. 10271 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Стр. 10270 - OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Стр. 10270 - twas a sight — that Heav'n — that Child — A scene, which might have well beguil'd Ev'n haughty EBLIS of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by ! And how felt he, the wretched Man Reclining there — while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace ! " There was a time," he said in mild, Heart-humbled tones —
Стр. 10274 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Стр. 10272 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth. Sweeter 'tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises ; Few its looks, but every one, Like unexpected light, surprises...
Стр. 10262 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin — Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Стр. 10263 - Whose rivulets are like rich brides, Lovely, with gold beneath their tides ; Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice Might be a Peri's Paradise ' But crimson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with every breath Upwafted from the...