Masterpieces of British Literature: Ruskin: Macaulay: Brown: Tennyson: Dickens: Wordsworth: Burns: Lamb: Coleridge: Byron: Cowper: Gray: Goldsmith: Addison and Steele: Milton: Bacon. With Biographical Sketches, Notes and PortraitsHorace Elisha Scudder Houghton, Mifflin, 1895 - Всего страниц: 480 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 44
Стр. 5
... dear , and then sell it for twice its value ; they had heaps of gold lying about on their floors , yet it was never known that they had given so much as a penny or a crust in charity ; they never went to mass ; grumbled perpetually at ...
... dear , and then sell it for twice its value ; they had heaps of gold lying about on their floors , yet it was never known that they had given so much as a penny or a crust in charity ; they never went to mass ; grumbled perpetually at ...
Стр. 9
... Dear me , " said the old gentleman , " I'm very sorry to hear that . How long may I stay ? " " Only till the mutton's done , sir , " replied Gluck , " and it's very brown . " Then the old gentleman walked into the kitchen , and sat ...
... Dear me , " said the old gentleman , " I'm very sorry to hear that . How long may I stay ? " " Only till the mutton's done , sir , " replied Gluck , " and it's very brown . " Then the old gentleman walked into the kitchen , and sat ...
Стр. 11
... dear brother , " said Gluck deprecatingly , " he was so very wet ! " The rolling - pin was descending on Gluck's head ; but , at the instant , the old gentleman interposed his conical cap , on which it crashed with a shock that shook ...
... dear brother , " said Gluck deprecatingly , " he was so very wet ! " The rolling - pin was descending on Gluck's head ; but , at the instant , the old gentleman interposed his conical cap , on which it crashed with a shock that shook ...
Стр. 21
... dear , dear , dear me ! My mug ! my mug ! my mug ! · ! ” III . The King of the Golden River had hardly made his extraordinary exit before Hans and Schwartz came roaring into the house , very savagely drunk . The discovery of the total ...
... dear , dear , dear me ! My mug ! my mug ! my mug ! · ! ” III . The King of the Golden River had hardly made his extraordinary exit before Hans and Schwartz came roaring into the house , very savagely drunk . The discovery of the total ...
Стр. 32
... dear me ! " said Gluck , " have you really been so cruel ? " " Cruel ? " said the dwarf ; " they poured unholy water into my stream ; do you suppose I'm going to allow that ? " - " Why , " said Gluck , " I am sure , sir , your Ma- jesty ...
... dear me ! " said Gluck , " have you really been so cruel ? " " Cruel ? " said the dwarf ; " they poured unholy water into my stream ; do you suppose I'm going to allow that ? " - " Why , " said Gluck , " I am sure , sir , your Ma- jesty ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Masterpieces of British Literature: Ruskin: Macaulay: Brown: Tennyson ... Horace Elisha Scudder Просмотр фрагмента - 1970 |
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
Ailie Annie Astur auld lang syne beautiful beneath bird breath brother called Charles Lamb Clusium Coleridge dead dear death delight died door English Enoch Etruscan eyes face father fear fell frae gave gentleman Gilpin Gluck Golden River Goldsmith Gray hand hath head heard heart heaven hill James John Gilpin John Milton knew Lamb Lars Porsena light lived looked Lycidas Mary Lamb Milton mind morning never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once Philip pleasure poem poet poetry poor Richard Watts round Schwartz seen ship sing Sir Roger smile song soul spirit stood story sweet Sweet Auburn tell thee things thou thought tion Toby took Travellers Treasure Valley turned verse village voice walk wind wood word wrote Yarrow young
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 449 - Alas! what boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?
Стр. 171 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Стр. 165 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay; Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed, and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought.
Стр. 303 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 307 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 448 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Стр. 373 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Стр. 185 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Стр. 349 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Стр. 352 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?