The Treasury of Literature and Art: a Selection from the Best WritersW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - Всего страниц: 160 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 14
Стр. 17
... side , and his eyes cast on the ground , no sooner perceived , on looking up , the position of Adams , who was stretched * This refers to Joseph Allen , the " Man of Ross , " celebrated by Pope in some well- known lines . on his back ...
... side , and his eyes cast on the ground , no sooner perceived , on looking up , the position of Adams , who was stretched * This refers to Joseph Allen , the " Man of Ross , " celebrated by Pope in some well- known lines . on his back ...
Стр. 18
... side . It was , however , so spent and weak , that it fell down twice or thrice in its way . This affected the tender heart of Fanny , who exclaimed , with tears in her eyes , against the barbarity of worrying a poor innocent ...
... side . It was , however , so spent and weak , that it fell down twice or thrice in its way . This affected the tender heart of Fanny , who exclaimed , with tears in her eyes , against the barbarity of worrying a poor innocent ...
Стр. 30
... side , he led me into the long - room at the Custom - house . We were but a couple of ragged boys at best , but I was much the worse : my leader had a hat on , a shirt , and a neckcloth ; as for me , I had neither of the three , nor had ...
... side , he led me into the long - room at the Custom - house . We were but a couple of ragged boys at best , but I was much the worse : my leader had a hat on , a shirt , and a neckcloth ; as for me , I had neither of the three , nor had ...
Стр. 31
... side of the way . Then we crossed back into Clement's Lane , made the best of our way to Cole Harbour , at the water - side , and got a sculler for a penny to carry us over the water to St Mary Over's Stairs , where we landed , and were ...
... side of the way . Then we crossed back into Clement's Lane , made the best of our way to Cole Harbour , at the water - side , and got a sculler for a penny to carry us over the water to St Mary Over's Stairs , where we landed , and were ...
Стр. 36
... side that I went up and came down before , but on the other side of the tree , and on the other side of the bank also ; and , behold , the tree had a great open place in the side of it close to the ground , as old hollow trees often ...
... side that I went up and came down before , but on the other side of the tree , and on the other side of the bank also ; and , behold , the tree had a great open place in the side of it close to the ground , as old hollow trees often ...
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
ABOU BEN ADHEM Adams appeared arms beheld beneath bride bridegroom Caliph cassock chamber cried dæmon dark death doctor dogs door doth dream Emilia and Julia enemy eyes farewell fate fear fell Ferdinand Frankenstein gallery gaze Giaour hall hand Harley hast hath heard heart heaven hollow hope hour hung Imoinde Isabella John Anderson Joseph Joseph Andrews journey knew lady LEIGH HUNT light look lost Manfred Maria Modern Prometheus Monimia ne'er never night Nouronihar o'er once Oroonoko passed perceived pockets poor postillion praise pre-Adamite pursued Rayland returned says seized Sicilian Romance sight silent sitting sledge sleep smile soon soul sound spirits staircase Stephen Evans stone stood Surinam tankard tears tell Tenterden terror thee things thou thought told took tower tree Tristram Shandy Vathek voice walk wild wind young
Популярные отрывки
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.