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Lodgings for Single Gentlemen The Legend of Horatius . . . The Dying Christian
to his Soul The Wreck of the “ Hesperus ” . The Captain ' s Child . . The Prisoner
of Chillon A Story of Heaven . . . Boadicea . . . Henry the Fourth ' s Soliloquy on ...
Lodgings for Single Gentlemen The Legend of Horatius . . . The Dying Christian
to his Soul The Wreck of the “ Hesperus ” . The Captain ' s Child . . The Prisoner
of Chillon A Story of Heaven . . . Boadicea . . . Henry the Fourth ' s Soliloquy on ...
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Maud Muller Contest between the Nose and Eyes The Sale of the Pet Lamb The
Worn Wedding Ring True Heroism The Passionate Father The Drowned Child . . .
The Hedge Feast . . . The Charge of the Light Brigade The Homes of England ...
Maud Muller Contest between the Nose and Eyes The Sale of the Pet Lamb The
Worn Wedding Ring True Heroism The Passionate Father The Drowned Child . . .
The Hedge Feast . . . The Charge of the Light Brigade The Homes of England ...
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How to Break Ill News The Mother who has a Child at Sea The Sick Man and the
Angel Little Bessie . . . Moses at the Fair The Chameleon Elisha in Dothan The
Village Blacksmith . . Folly of Attempting to Please all Mankind Messiah .
How to Break Ill News The Mother who has a Child at Sea The Sick Man and the
Angel Little Bessie . . . Moses at the Fair The Chameleon Elisha in Dothan The
Village Blacksmith . . Folly of Attempting to Please all Mankind Messiah .
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... The good we might do here . Speak gently ! love doth wbisper low . The vows
that true hearts bind , And gently friendship ' s accents flow Affection ' s voice is
kind . Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be " SPEAK GENTLY . " Speak
Gently.
... The good we might do here . Speak gently ! love doth wbisper low . The vows
that true hearts bind , And gently friendship ' s accents flow Affection ' s voice is
kind . Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be " SPEAK GENTLY . " Speak
Gently.
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Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be sure to gain ; Teach it in accents soft
and mild . ; . It may not long remain . ' Speak gently to the young , for they Will
have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may , ' Tis full of anxious
care ...
Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be sure to gain ; Teach it in accents soft
and mild . ; . It may not long remain . ' Speak gently to the young , for they Will
have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may , ' Tis full of anxious
care ...
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Стр. 350 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Стр. 171 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Стр. 45 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Стр. 178 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood...
Стр. 22 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Стр. 177 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity ; these are gracious drops ; Kind souls ! What; weep you, when you but behold Our Ceesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Стр. 74 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Стр. 350 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Стр. 225 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry Homes of England! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page...
Стр. 295 - Wherein you dress'd yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time, Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem' st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i
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| Название | Select Readings from the Poets and Prose Writers of Every Country |
| Автор | James Fleming (ed) |
| Издание: | 4 |
| Опубликована: | 1866 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Калифорнийский университет |
| Оцифровано | 7 дек 2007 |
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