Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volumul 7Jeannette Leonard Gilder Christian Herald, 1910 |
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Pagina 8
... heads that bow , Nor hate the hearts that love them without guile ; Wilt thou be worse than these , and is thy smile A vain device of him who set thee here , An empty dream of some artificer ? " O , great one , some men love , and are ...
... heads that bow , Nor hate the hearts that love them without guile ; Wilt thou be worse than these , and is thy smile A vain device of him who set thee here , An empty dream of some artificer ? " O , great one , some men love , and are ...
Pagina 9
Jeannette Leonard Gilder. " Think then , will it bring honor to thy head If folk say , ' Everything aside he cast And to all fame and honor was he dead , And to his one hope now is dead at last , Since all unholpen he is gone and past ...
Jeannette Leonard Gilder. " Think then , will it bring honor to thy head If folk say , ' Everything aside he cast And to all fame and honor was he dead , And to his one hope now is dead at last , Since all unholpen he is gone and past ...
Pagina 10
... head , Long ere the varied hangings one the wall Had gained once more their blue and green and red , He rose as one some well - known sign doth call When war upon the city's gates doth fall , And scarce like one fresh risen out of sleep ...
... head , Long ere the varied hangings one the wall Had gained once more their blue and green and red , He rose as one some well - known sign doth call When war upon the city's gates doth fall , And scarce like one fresh risen out of sleep ...
Pagina 11
... head , And with wet eyes sank down upon the ground , Nor wished for aught , nor any dream he found To give him reason for that happiness , Or make him ask more knowledge of his bliss . At last his eyes were cleared , and he could see ...
... head , And with wet eyes sank down upon the ground , Nor wished for aught , nor any dream he found To give him reason for that happiness , Or make him ask more knowledge of his bliss . At last his eyes were cleared , and he could see ...
Pagina 12
... head , and faint and light The rose - leaves flutter round me in the night . " And note , that these are not alone most fair With heavenly gold , but longing strange they bring Unto the hearts of men , who will not care , Beholding ...
... head , and faint and light The rose - leaves flutter round me in the night . " And note , that these are not alone most fair With heavenly gold , but longing strange they bring Unto the hearts of men , who will not care , Beholding ...
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Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volumul 7 Jeannette Leonard Gilder Vizualizare completă - 1905 |
Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volumul 7 Jeannette Leonard Gilder Vizualizare completă - 1910 |
Masterpieces of the World's Best Literature, Volumul 7 Jeannette Leonard Gilder Vizualizare completă - 1905 |
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Annabel Lee Anne arms Barneveld beautiful behold bells blessed blood boat bonnets of bonnie bonnie Dundee born breath Brutus Cæsar Christie coppice cried dark dead death deed door dreams earth Evandale eyes face fair Falstaff father fear feel fill foot Francisco de Toledo friends GEORGE POPE MORRIS Gerard give grace hand happy head hear heard heart heaven honor Ipsden Ivanhoe JEAN RACINE JOHN GODFREY SAXE JULIET King kritters Lelio light listen live Lochinvar look Lord Martin Master mind morning never Nevermore Newhaven night o'er passion Prince Quoth the Raven Rebecca replied rise ROMEO round saddle your horses seemed side Slen soul sound speak stand sweet Sybrandt tears tell thee thing thou art thought Timothy tree tremble truth voice whispered wind word young youth
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Pagina 315 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Pagina 302 - The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes...
Pagina 80 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Pagina 271 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Pagina 81 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting — "Get thee back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Pagina 276 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he Is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Pagina 296 - 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 312 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Pagina 5 - WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE GOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Pagina 315 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet, to times in hope5 my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.