The Treasury of Literature and Art: a Selection from the Best WritersW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - Всего страниц: 160 |
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... eyes , he will not wonder at his repose , though even Harley himself , or as great an orator ( if any such be ) had been in his rostrum or tub before him . Joseph , who , whilst he was speaking , had continued in one attitude , with his ...
... eyes , he will not wonder at his repose , though even Harley himself , or as great an orator ( if any such be ) had been in his rostrum or tub before him . Joseph , who , whilst he was speaking , had continued in one attitude , with his ...
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... eyes , against the barbarity of worrying a poor innocent , defenceless animal out of its life , and putting it to the extremest torture for diversion . She had not much time to make reflections of this kind ; for , on a sudden , the ...
... eyes , against the barbarity of worrying a poor innocent , defenceless animal out of its life , and putting it to the extremest torture for diversion . She had not much time to make reflections of this kind ; for , on a sudden , the ...
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... eyes ; and the heroic youth , swift of foot , ran with the utmost speed to his friend's assistance . He overtook him just as Rock- wood had laid hold of the skirt of his cassock , which , being torn , hung to the ground . Reader , we ...
... eyes ; and the heroic youth , swift of foot , ran with the utmost speed to his friend's assistance . He overtook him just as Rock- wood had laid hold of the skirt of his cassock , which , being torn , hung to the ground . Reader , we ...
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... eyes and thoughts solely on her , every one declaring he had never seen so charming a creature . Neither mirth nor anger engaged them a moment longer ; but all sat in silent amaze . The huntsman only was free from her attraction , who ...
... eyes and thoughts solely on her , every one declaring he had never seen so charming a creature . Neither mirth nor anger engaged them a moment longer ; but all sat in silent amaze . The huntsman only was free from her attraction , who ...
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Treasury. MA MAIDENHOOD . AIDEN ! with the meek , brown eyes , In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening ... eye , Sees the falcon's shadow fly ? Hearest thou voices on the shore , That our ears perceive no more , Deafened by ...
Treasury. MA MAIDENHOOD . AIDEN ! with the meek , brown eyes , In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening ... eye , Sees the falcon's shadow fly ? Hearest thou voices on the shore , That our ears perceive no more , Deafened by ...
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Стр. 56 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Стр. 92 - I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to t,he same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong) us, shall we not revenge i if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Стр. 75 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Стр. 60 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 75 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Стр. 119 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
Стр. 27 - Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream. Then why pause with indecision, When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian...
Стр. 24 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
Стр. 59 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Стр. 119 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.