The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Volumul 20Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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Pagina 13
... comes to him , and complains that she has to do a hard day's work and at the same time to keep in order a frolicsome young goat . " Now , " says the Lord to Peter , " you must have pity on this girl , and must take charge of the goat ...
... comes to him , and complains that she has to do a hard day's work and at the same time to keep in order a frolicsome young goat . " Now , " says the Lord to Peter , " you must have pity on this girl , and must take charge of the goat ...
Pagina 35
... comes Sigmund , King Volsung's son , and sets his hand to the sword , and pulls it from the stock , even as if it lay loose before him . So good that weapon seemed to all , that none thought he had ever seen such a sword before ; and ...
... comes Sigmund , King Volsung's son , and sets his hand to the sword , and pulls it from the stock , even as if it lay loose before him . So good that weapon seemed to all , that none thought he had ever seen such a sword before ; and ...
Pagina 52
... comes back to endure the risk and ordeal of a last incarnation . He does not redeem mankind by offering himself as a sub- lime victim ; he only proposes to instruct them by his teaching and example . He leads them in the path from which ...
... comes back to endure the risk and ordeal of a last incarnation . He does not redeem mankind by offering himself as a sub- lime victim ; he only proposes to instruct them by his teaching and example . He leads them in the path from which ...
Pagina 57
... . We will go together to yonder hill . There we will separate . You shall go down the southern path , and I will take the northern , that comes back to my house . Medor shall belong to whichever of us he JOSEPH XAVIER BONIFACE SAINTINE 57.
... . We will go together to yonder hill . There we will separate . You shall go down the southern path , and I will take the northern , that comes back to my house . Medor shall belong to whichever of us he JOSEPH XAVIER BONIFACE SAINTINE 57.
Pagina 77
... comes tumbling , and a cataract that comes splashing , and a thundercloud that bursts , and a vol- cano that vomits forth its lava and sends up its scoriæ , and a tempest that tears up the golden trees by the roots and scatters the ...
... comes tumbling , and a cataract that comes splashing , and a thundercloud that bursts , and a vol- cano that vomits forth its lava and sends up its scoriæ , and a tempest that tears up the golden trees by the roots and scatters the ...
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The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and ..., Volumul 20 John Clark Ridpath Vizualizare completă - 1906 |
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Artemidorus bear beauty blood born bright Brutus Cæsar Calphurnia Casca Cassius Cicero Cinna Citizen Clitus clouds Dardanius dead death Decius died doth dream earth English Enter eternal Exeunt eyes father fear fire French German give glory hand hath hear heart heaven History honor ides of March Julius Cæsar King land Ligarius light literature live look lord Lucilius Lucius Madame Mademoiselle Mark Antony Massillon Medor Messala Metellus mighty mind Mirror for Magistrates nature never Nibelungenlied night noble o'er Octavius once Paris peace philosophy Pindarus poems poet Poetic Edda poetry Portia Roman Rome Sappho SCENE Shakespeare Shelley song soul speak spirit stand sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tion Titinius to-day translated Trebonius true truth verse voice Volumnius word writings young
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Pagina 428 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Pagina 478 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Pagina 398 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Pagina 343 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...
Pagina 471 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Pagina 476 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Pagina 362 - And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward...
Pagina 401 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Pagina 350 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
Pagina 400 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.