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 10
... hand , but she Said ever : " Somebody waits for me . " Like rushing waters the years sped past But still her trust in his words stood fast . Her spring , her summer fled on swift feet : She but cried gayly : " We soon shall meet ! " In ...
... hand , but she Said ever : " Somebody waits for me . " Like rushing waters the years sped past But still her trust in his words stood fast . Her spring , her summer fled on swift feet : She but cried gayly : " We soon shall meet ! " In ...
Pagina 15
... hand , no inter- est of the time which did not find an echo in his writ- ings . His power of easy creation resulted from the peacefulness of his nature . He looked on the world with an untroubled glance , and could enter into its life ...
... hand , no inter- est of the time which did not find an echo in his writ- ings . His power of easy creation resulted from the peacefulness of his nature . He looked on the world with an untroubled glance , and could enter into its life ...
Pagina 20
... hand a naked sword he had , That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued ; And in his left ( that kings and kingdoms ... hands , and Fortune oft doth blame , Which of a duke had made him now her scorn ; With ghastly looks , as one in ...
... hand a naked sword he had , That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued ; And in his left ( that kings and kingdoms ... hands , and Fortune oft doth blame , Which of a duke had made him now her scorn ; With ghastly looks , as one in ...
Pagina 23
... hand thou hast sought the mart ; I fear thou wilt with thy turban part . Who eat their corn while yet ' tis green , At the true harvest can but glean . To Sadi's counsel let thy soul give heed , There is the way — be manful and proceed ...
... hand thou hast sought the mart ; I fear thou wilt with thy turban part . Who eat their corn while yet ' tis green , At the true harvest can but glean . To Sadi's counsel let thy soul give heed , There is the way — be manful and proceed ...
Pagina 35
... hand than is this . " Therewith out went the old man from the hall , and none knew who he was or whither he went . Now men stand up , and none would fain be the last to lay hand to the sword , for they deemed that he would have the best ...
... hand than is this . " Therewith out went the old man from the hall , and none knew who he was or whither he went . Now men stand up , and none would fain be the last to lay hand to the sword , for they deemed that he would have the best ...
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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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Pagina 426 - 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 476 - 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 396 - 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 341 - 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 469 - 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 474 - 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 400 - 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 348 - 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.