The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, 第 24 卷Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... tell , And the crier rung the bell , What would you buy ? A cottage lone and still , With bowers nigh , Shadowy , my woes to still , Until I die . Such pearl from Life's fresh crown Fain would I shake me down . Were dreams to have at ...
... tell , And the crier rung the bell , What would you buy ? A cottage lone and still , With bowers nigh , Shadowy , my woes to still , Until I die . Such pearl from Life's fresh crown Fain would I shake me down . Were dreams to have at ...
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... tell you this - that I am in the deepest , most humiliating , and most cruel trouble , and , " he went on in proud tones that harmonized ill with the words just uttered , " I have no wish to beg for either help or sympathy . " " Eh ! eh ...
... tell you this - that I am in the deepest , most humiliating , and most cruel trouble , and , " he went on in proud tones that harmonized ill with the words just uttered , " I have no wish to beg for either help or sympathy . " " Eh ! eh ...
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... tell you in a few words the great secret of human life . By two instinctive processes man exhausts the springs of life within him . Two verbs cover all the forms which these two causes of death may take To Will and To have your Will ...
... tell you in a few words the great secret of human life . By two instinctive processes man exhausts the springs of life within him . Two verbs cover all the forms which these two causes of death may take To Will and To have your Will ...
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... tell you the history of it as we 99 By fair means or foul , Raphael must go along with his friends toward the Pont des Arts ; they surrounded him , and linked him by the arm among their merry band . " We have been after you for about a ...
... tell you the history of it as we 99 By fair means or foul , Raphael must go along with his friends toward the Pont des Arts ; they surrounded him , and linked him by the arm among their merry band . " We have been after you for about a ...
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... telling him that his dinner was waiting for him in the din- ing room . She would not cross the threshold . Poor Schmucke went out to her with a haggard , tear - stained face . " Mein boor Bons is vandering , " said he ; " he says dat ...
... telling him that his dinner was waiting for him in the din- ing room . She would not cross the threshold . Poor Schmucke went out to her with a haggard , tear - stained face . " Mein boor Bons is vandering , " said he ; " he says dat ...
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第229页 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
第379页 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
第378页 - 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...
第142页 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
第404页 - THERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
第142页 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
第232页 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — • Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
第226页 - Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
第143页 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
第229页 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.