The Treasury of Literature and Art: a Selection from the Best WritersW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - Всего страниц: 160 |
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... sight , and near him , but not close to him , nor to take any notice of him at any time till he came to me ; and if any hurly - burly happened , I should by no means know him , or pretend to have anything to do with him . I observed my ...
... sight , and near him , but not close to him , nor to take any notice of him at any time till he came to me ; and if any hurly - burly happened , I should by no means know him , or pretend to have anything to do with him . I observed my ...
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... sight of God's high throne , gloriously bright , The first art wont His great authentic will Interpreter through highest heaven to bring , Where all his sons thy embassy attend ; And here art likeliest by supreme decree Like honour to ...
... sight of God's high throne , gloriously bright , The first art wont His great authentic will Interpreter through highest heaven to bring , Where all his sons thy embassy attend ; And here art likeliest by supreme decree Like honour to ...
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... sight of such good cheer improved my companion's vivacity . " I like this dinner , sir , " says he , " for three reasons : first , because I am naturally fond of beef ; secondly , because I am hungry ; and , thirdly and lastly , because ...
... sight of such good cheer improved my companion's vivacity . " I like this dinner , sir , " says he , " for three reasons : first , because I am naturally fond of beef ; secondly , because I am hungry ; and , thirdly and lastly , because ...
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... sight so full of horror , Nouronihar fell back , like one petrified , into the arms of Vathek , who cried out with a convulsive sob , " O Giaour ! whither hast thou brought us ! Allow us to depart , and I will relinquish all thou hast ...
... sight so full of horror , Nouronihar fell back , like one petrified , into the arms of Vathek , who cried out with a convulsive sob , " O Giaour ! whither hast thou brought us ! Allow us to depart , and I will relinquish all thou hast ...
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... sight would do a hungry body good . Weel I wot my mother hasna spared her skill and spice . " In saying which he lifted aside a carpet that had been drawn against the barn like a curtain behind the seats at the upper end of the ball ...
... sight would do a hungry body good . Weel I wot my mother hasna spared her skill and spice . " In saying which he lifted aside a carpet that had been drawn against the barn like a curtain behind the seats at the upper end of the ball ...
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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.