The Literary Reader: Typical Selections from the Best British and American Authors : from Shakespeare to the Present Time : Chronologically Arranged : with Bibliographical and Critical Sketches and Numerous Notes, Etc., EtcIvison, Blakeman, Taylor and Company, 1876 - 426页 |
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... Sweet , good night ! This bud of love , by summer's ripening breath , May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet . Good night , good night ! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart , as that within my breast ! ROMEO . O , wilt ...
... Sweet , good night ! This bud of love , by summer's ripening breath , May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet . Good night , good night ! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart , as that within my breast ! ROMEO . O , wilt ...
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... sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears , than wars or women have ; And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , Never to hope again . * Cardinal Wolsey was one of the highest officers of King Henry VIII . of ...
... sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears , than wars or women have ; And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , Never to hope again . * Cardinal Wolsey was one of the highest officers of King Henry VIII . of ...
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... sweet hour of prime . · Thou Sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , And when high noon hast gained , and when thou fall'st . Moon ...
... sweet hour of prime . · Thou Sun , of this great world both eye and soul , Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course , both when thou climb'st , And when high noon hast gained , and when thou fall'st . Moon ...
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... philosophy ! Not harsh and crabbed , as dull fools suppose , But musical as is Apollo's lute , And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets , Where no crude surfeit reigns . DEAN SWIFT . 1667-1745 . JONATHAN SWIFT , commonly known MILTON . 13.
... philosophy ! Not harsh and crabbed , as dull fools suppose , But musical as is Apollo's lute , And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets , Where no crude surfeit reigns . DEAN SWIFT . 1667-1745 . JONATHAN SWIFT , commonly known MILTON . 13.
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... sweets , and were a kind of lining to those rugged scenes which he had before passed through . As he was coming out of this delightful part of the wood , and entering upon the plains it enclosed , he saw several horsemen rushing by him ...
... sweets , and were a kind of lining to those rugged scenes which he had before passed through . As he was coming out of this delightful part of the wood , and entering upon the plains it enclosed , he saw several horsemen rushing by him ...
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第119页 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
第117页 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
第246页 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
第7页 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
第234页 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
第245页 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the- sea, That a maiden there lived' whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me...
第76页 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.
第13页 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
第2页 - My very noble and approved good masters, — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
第107页 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.