Choice Specimens of English LiteratureSheldon, 1870 - 477 pagina's |
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Pagina 130
... seemed ) so bold a challenge To the clear quiristers of the woods , the birds , That as they flocked about him , all stood silent , Wondering at what they heard . I wondered too . A nightingale , Nature's best skilled musician ...
... seemed ) so bold a challenge To the clear quiristers of the woods , the birds , That as they flocked about him , all stood silent , Wondering at what they heard . I wondered too . A nightingale , Nature's best skilled musician ...
Pagina 169
... seemed , For each seemed either : black it stood as night , Fierce as ten furies , terrible as Hell , And shook a dreadful dart ; what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on . Satan was now at hand , and from his seat The ...
... seemed , For each seemed either : black it stood as night , Fierce as ten furies , terrible as Hell , And shook a dreadful dart ; what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on . Satan was now at hand , and from his seat The ...
Pagina 172
... seemed lords of all And worthy seemed : for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone , Truth , wisdom , sanctitude severe and pure ( Severe , but in true filial freedom placed ) , Whence true authority in men ...
... seemed lords of all And worthy seemed : for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone , Truth , wisdom , sanctitude severe and pure ( Severe , but in true filial freedom placed ) , Whence true authority in men ...
Pagina 180
... seemed to bless Itself in me . How could I less Than love it ? O , I cannot be Unkind t'a beast that loveth me . Had it lived long , I do not know Whether it too might have done so As Sylvio did ; his gifts might be Perhaps as 180 CHAP ...
... seemed to bless Itself in me . How could I less Than love it ? O , I cannot be Unkind t'a beast that loveth me . Had it lived long , I do not know Whether it too might have done so As Sylvio did ; his gifts might be Perhaps as 180 CHAP ...
Pagina 187
... seemed to be Not one , but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions , always in the wrong ; Was everything by starts , and nothing long ; But , in the course of one revolving moon , Was chemist , fiddler , statesman , and buffoon ...
... seemed to be Not one , but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions , always in the wrong ; Was everything by starts , and nothing long ; But , in the course of one revolving moon , Was chemist , fiddler , statesman , and buffoon ...
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Choice Specimens of English Literature: Selected from the Chief English ... Thomas Budd Shaw,William Smith Volledige weergave - 1850 |
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