Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volumen36Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, George Henry Warner J.A. Hill, 1902 |
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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-Z Charles Dudley Warner Vista completa - 1897 |
Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-Z Charles Dudley Warner Vista completa - 1897 |
Términos y frases comunes
arms Bayard Taylor Beatrix beauty body Bouillabaisse breast breath called Camelot charm Christian Clinia crown dead dear death delight Divine dream earth Edward Fairfax EMANUEL SWEDENBORG English ESAIAS TEGNÉR Esmond eyes face fair father feeling feet flowers Frithiof Frithiof's Saga genius give grace Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honor hour Houyhnhnm human Italy King kiss lady Lady of Shalott laugh light lips literature live Locksley Hall look Lord marriage master Menedemus mind Mishna mother nature never night noble o'er pass passion peace Philip Van Artevelde Plautus poem poet Queen rose round sense sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit Swedenborg sweet Swift Tacitus Talmud tears tender Terence thee thine things thou thought Translation truth verse voice wind words Yahoos young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 14618 - Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Página 14229 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 14617 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 14626 - In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls. Queen lily and rose in one ; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, " She is late ; " The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers,
Página 14616 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
Página 14593 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? 5° All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence; ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Página 14598 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Página 14587 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Página 14600 - I see thee old and formal, fitted to thy petty part, With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart. 'They were dangerous guides the feelings — she herself was not exempt Truly, she herself had suffer'd ' — Perish in thy self-contempt ! Overlive it — lower yet — be happy!
Página 14597 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.