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 |
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... master , studying strength and economy mainly , had encompassed his huge jaws in a home - made apparatus , constructed out of the leather of some ancient breechin . His mouth was open as far as it could ; his lip curled up in rage , a ...
... master , studying strength and economy mainly , had encompassed his huge jaws in a home - made apparatus , constructed out of the leather of some ancient breechin . His mouth was open as far as it could ; his lip curled up in rage , a ...
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... master's eye , slunk dismayed under the cart , his ears down , and as much as he had of tail down too . - - What a man this must be thought I to whom my tremendous hero turns tail ! The carrier saw the muzzle hanging , cut and useless ...
... master's eye , slunk dismayed under the cart , his ears down , and as much as he had of tail down too . - - What a man this must be thought I to whom my tremendous hero turns tail ! The carrier saw the muzzle hanging , cut and useless ...
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... master I occa- sionally saw ; he used to call me " Maister John , " but was laconic as any Spartan . One fine October afternoon , I was leaving the hos- pital , when I saw the large gate open , and in walked Rab , with that great and ...
... master I occa- sionally saw ; he used to call me " Maister John , " but was laconic as any Spartan . One fine October afternoon , I was leaving the hos- pital , when I saw the large gate open , and in walked Rab , with that great and ...
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... master , the surgeon , examined Ailie . There was no doubt it must kill her , and soon . It could be removed it might never return - it would give her speedy relief she should have it done . She curtsied , looked at James , and said ...
... master , the surgeon , examined Ailie . There was no doubt it must kill her , and soon . It could be removed it might never return - it would give her speedy relief she should have it done . She curtsied , looked at James , and said ...
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... master and Rab , and her unnatural freedom from the road and her cart . For some days Ailie did well . The wound healed " by the first intention ; " for , as James said , “ Our Ailie's skin's ower clean to beil . " The students came in ...
... master and Rab , and her unnatural freedom from the road and her cart . For some days Ailie did well . The wound healed " by the first intention ; " for , as James said , “ Our Ailie's skin's ower clean to beil . " The students came in ...
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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?