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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... passed on . And he did not know how it was , but he thought that a strange shadow had suddenly come across the blue sky . The path became steeper and more rugged every moment ; and the high hill air , instead of refreshing him , seemed ...
... passed on . And he did not know how it was , but he thought that a strange shadow had suddenly come across the blue sky . The path became steeper and more rugged every moment ; and the high hill air , instead of refreshing him , seemed ...
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... passed on . And a dark gray cloud came over the sun , and long snake - like shadows crept up along the mountain - sides . Hans struggled on . The sun was sinking , but its descent seemed to bring no coolness ; the leaden weight of the ...
... passed on . And a dark gray cloud came over the sun , and long snake - like shadows crept up along the mountain - sides . Hans struggled on . The sun was sinking , but its descent seemed to bring no coolness ; the leaden weight of the ...
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... passed on . And as he went he thought the sunbeams grew more a low bank of black cloud rising out of the west ; and when he had climbed for another hour the thirst over- came him again , and he would have drunk . Then he saw the old man ...
... passed on . And as he went he thought the sunbeams grew more a low bank of black cloud rising out of the west ; and when he had climbed for another hour the thirst over- came him again , and he would have drunk . Then he saw the old man ...
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... passed , he thought he saw a strange expression of mockery about its lips . And , when he had gone a few yards farther , he looked back ; but the figure was not there . And a sudden horror came over Schwartz , he knew not why ; but the ...
... passed , he thought he saw a strange expression of mockery about its lips . And , when he had gone a few yards farther , he looked back ; but the figure was not there . And a sudden horror came over Schwartz , he knew not why ; but the ...
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... passed , beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack . 455 But when they turned their faces , And on the farther shore 460 Saw brave Horatius stand alone , They would have crossed once more . 55 But with a crash like thunder Fell ...
... passed , beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack . 455 But when they turned their faces , And on the farther shore 460 Saw brave Horatius stand alone , They would have crossed once more . 55 But with a crash like thunder Fell ...
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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?