The Treasury of Literature and Art: a Selection from the Best WritersW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - 160 pagina's |
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Pagina 34
... hear me , they would pick it out of my bosom , and of my hand too , without waking me ; and after that thought I could not sleep a wink more ; so that I passed that night over in care and anxiety enough . And this , I may safely say ...
... hear me , they would pick it out of my bosom , and of my hand too , without waking me ; and after that thought I could not sleep a wink more ; so that I passed that night over in care and anxiety enough . And this , I may safely say ...
Pagina 37
... hear her talk of my being a gentleman's son , and it brought former things to mind ; but when she talked of my being not clean and in rags , then I cried . She pressed me to tell her if I saw anything that I wanted . I told her no ; all ...
... hear her talk of my being a gentleman's son , and it brought former things to mind ; but when she talked of my being not clean and in rags , then I cried . She pressed me to tell her if I saw anything that I wanted . I told her no ; all ...
Pagina 44
... hear only in heaven : For wonderful indeed are all His works , Pleasant to know , and worthiest to be all Had in remembrance always with delight ; But what created mind can comprehend Their number , or the wisdom infinite That brought ...
... hear only in heaven : For wonderful indeed are all His works , Pleasant to know , and worthiest to be all Had in remembrance always with delight ; But what created mind can comprehend Their number , or the wisdom infinite That brought ...
Pagina 65
... hear them more distinctly . said the postillion , observing I was listening . 66 99 " Poor Maria , " continued he ( leaning his body on one side to let me see her , for he was in a line betwixt us ) , " is sitting upon a bank , playing ...
... hear them more distinctly . said the postillion , observing I was listening . 66 99 " Poor Maria , " continued he ( leaning his body on one side to let me see her , for he was in a line betwixt us ) , " is sitting upon a bank , playing ...
Pagina 66
... hear thy sorrows from thy own lips . But I was deceived ; for that moment she took her pipe and told me such a tale of woe with it , that I rose up , and with broken and irregular steps walked softly to my chaise . What an excellent inn ...
... hear thy sorrows from thy own lips . But I was deceived ; for that moment she took her pipe and told me such a tale of woe with it , that I rose up , and with broken and irregular steps walked softly to my chaise . What an excellent inn ...
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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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.