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, Comprising the Best Features of Many Celebrated Compilations, Notably the Guernsey Collection, the De Puy Collection, the Ridpath Collection, All Carefully Rev. and Arranged by a Corps of the Most Capable Scholars, Volumen15John Clark Ridpath Globe publishing Company, 1898 |
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... sweet the repose of the No tempests are there : —but the nightingales come And sing their sweet chorus of bliss . First Voice . The ravens of night flap their wings o'er the grave : ' Tis the vulture's abode , ' tis the wolf's dreary ...
... sweet the repose of the No tempests are there : —but the nightingales come And sing their sweet chorus of bliss . First Voice . The ravens of night flap their wings o'er the grave : ' Tis the vulture's abode , ' tis the wolf's dreary ...
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... sweet with the violet's wafted perfume , With lilies and jessamines fair . First Voice . The pilgrim who reaches this valley of tears Would fain hurry by , and with trembling and fears He is launched on the wreck - covered river ...
... sweet with the violet's wafted perfume , With lilies and jessamines fair . First Voice . The pilgrim who reaches this valley of tears Would fain hurry by , and with trembling and fears He is launched on the wreck - covered river ...
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... sweet dreams , and health and quiet breathing . Therefore , on every morrow are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days , Of all the ...
... sweet dreams , and health and quiet breathing . Therefore , on every morrow are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth , Spite of despondence , of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures , of the gloomy days , Of all the ...
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... Tempé or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these ? What maidens loath ? What mad pursuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy ? Heard melodies are sweet , but those unheard Are sweeter JOHN KEATS.
... Tempé or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these ? What maidens loath ? What mad pursuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy ? Heard melodies are sweet , but those unheard Are sweeter JOHN KEATS.
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... sweet , but those unheard Are sweeter ; therefore , ye soft pipes , play on ; Not to the sensual ear , but , more endeared , Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair Youth , beneath the trees , thou canst not leave Thy song , nor ...
... sweet , but those unheard Are sweeter ; therefore , ye soft pipes , play on ; Not to the sensual ear , but , more endeared , Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair Youth , beneath the trees , thou canst not leave Thy song , nor ...
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Página 1718 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes, whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Página 1717 - The weariness, the fever, and the fret, Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Página 1733 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave"? On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses!
Página 1816 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Página 1715 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
Página 1734 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Página 1715 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.