The Complete Writings of Charles Dudley Warner, Volume 7American publishing Company, 1904 |
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The Complete Writings of Charles Dudley Warner, Volume 7 Charles Dudley Warner Volledige weergave - 1904 |
The Complete Writings of Charles Dudley Warner, Volume 7 Charles Dudley Warner Volledige weergave - 1904 |
The Complete Writings of Charles Dudley Warner, Volume 7 Charles Dudley Warner Volledige weergave - 1904 |
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Pagina 178 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new: Speak of the spring and...
Pagina 198 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come," had suggested the possibility that he could do it.
Pagina 102 - Fear not," said he, for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind; "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
Pagina 182 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry: As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly doctor-like controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
Pagina 167 - The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired. For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide...
Pagina 242 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rime In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Pagina 143 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not ev'ry hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Pagina 24 - He would like to have as many legs as a wheel has spokes, and rotate about in the same way. This he sometimes tries to do ; and people who have seen him "turning cart-wheels" along the side of the road have supposed that he was amusing himself, and idling his time ; he was only trying to invent a new mode of locomotion, so that he could economize his legs and do his errands with greater dispatch.
Pagina 92 - ... and closed his jaws on it, as dogs will on anything. It was funny the next moment to see the expression of perfect surprise on the dog's face when he found that he could not open his jaws. He shook his head ; he sat down in despair ; he ran round in a circle ; he dashed into the woods and back again.
Pagina 90 - He likes to boil eggs in the hot sap. He likes to roast potatoes in the ashes, and he would live in the camp day and night if he were permitted. Some of the hired men sleep in the bough shanty and keep the fire blazing all night. To sleep there with them and awake in the night and hear the wind in the trees and see the sparks fly up to the sky is a perfect realization of all the stories of adventures he has ever read. He tells the other boys afterwards that he heard something in the night that sounded...