Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner R.S. Peale and J.A. Hill, 1896 |
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Pagina 10170
... expressions you use here . Célimène - I shall do nothing of the kind ; and what you think on the subject matters very little to me . Alceste For pity's sake , show me , and I shall be satisfied , that this letter can be explained to be ...
... expressions you use here . Célimène - I shall do nothing of the kind ; and what you think on the subject matters very little to me . Alceste For pity's sake , show me , and I shall be satisfied , that this letter can be explained to be ...
Pagina 10175
... expressions are in no way natural . Pray what is " And rock awhile our hapless mind " ? and " Nothing pleasant walks behind " ? also " And not to such expense proceed , If you could give me only hope " ? or " Fair Phyllis , men will ...
... expressions are in no way natural . Pray what is " And rock awhile our hapless mind " ? and " Nothing pleasant walks behind " ? also " And not to such expense proceed , If you could give me only hope " ? or " Fair Phyllis , men will ...
Pagina 10215
Ancient and Modern Charles Dudley Warner. is beyond expression. Nothing is left for us but to deem those fortunate who beheld this perfection, and to gain some faint conception of it from the reflected lustre which rests imperishably on ...
Ancient and Modern Charles Dudley Warner. is beyond expression. Nothing is left for us but to deem those fortunate who beheld this perfection, and to gain some faint conception of it from the reflected lustre which rests imperishably on ...
Pagina 10215
... only the negative notion of the absence of defect ; the secret of nature , whereby in her most finished manifestations normality and individuality are combined , is beyond expression . Nothing is left for us but THEODOR MOMMSEN 10215.
... only the negative notion of the absence of defect ; the secret of nature , whereby in her most finished manifestations normality and individuality are combined , is beyond expression . Nothing is left for us but THEODOR MOMMSEN 10215.
Pagina 10216
Charles Dudley Warner. is beyond expression . Nothing is left for us but to deem those fortunate who beheld this perfection , and to gain some faint con- ception of it from the reflected lustre which rests imperishably on the works that ...
Charles Dudley Warner. is beyond expression . Nothing is left for us but to deem those fortunate who beheld this perfection , and to gain some faint con- ception of it from the reflected lustre which rests imperishably on the works that ...
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Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Volume 26 Charles Dudley Warner Volledige weergave - 1897 |
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admiration Alceste Alfred de Musset ancient Aryan beautiful better brooklet Cæsar Camille century charm Château de Montaigne Christe receive thye Cléante comedy dancing dear Dutch Republic EDUARD MÖRIKE England English eyes fables father feel fire flowers folk-lore France give Golden Bough Greek Hallblithe hand happy Harpagon heart Heaven HENRI MURGER honor human John Lothrop Motley King lady land light literary literature living look Madame Madelon Marcel Mascarille matter Max Müller mind Molière Montesquieu Mordvins mountain Musset myths nation nature never night once Orgon Oronte Paris passion Perdican play pleasure poem poet political receive thye saule Rodolphe Roman sing sleep song soul speak spirit story sweet Tartuffe tell thee THEODOR MOMMSEN thine things thou thought tion translation verses whole wind woman wonderful words young
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Pagina 10270 - When Day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of Even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into Heaven — Those hues, that make the Sun's decline So soft, so radiant, LORD ! are Thine.
Pagina 10268 - 11 not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them ; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Pagina 10267 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Pagina 10265 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Pagina 10263 - OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Pagina 10262 - twas a sight — that Heav'n — that Child — A scene, which might have well beguil'd Ev'n haughty EBLIS of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by ! And how felt he, the wretched Man Reclining there — while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace ! " There was a time," he said in mild, Heart-humbled tones —
Pagina 10268 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Pagina 10266 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth. Sweeter 'tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises ; Few its looks, but every one, Like unexpected light, surprises...
Pagina 10252 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin — Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Pagina 10253 - Whose rivulets are like rich brides, Lovely, with gold beneath their tides ; Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice Might be a Peri's Paradise ' But crimson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with every breath Upwafted from the...