The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Bind 26Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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Side 16
... Madam , " said I ( she and the century were in their teens together ) , " all men are bores , except when we want them . There never was but one man that I would trust with my latchkey . " " Who might that favored person be ...
... Madam , " said I ( she and the century were in their teens together ) , " all men are bores , except when we want them . There never was but one man that I would trust with my latchkey . " " Who might that favored person be ...
Side 24
... Madam , " I said , " you can pour three gills and three quarters of honey from that pint jug , if it is full , in less than one minute ; but , madam , you could not empty that last quarter of a gill , though you were turned into a ...
... Madam , " I said , " you can pour three gills and three quarters of honey from that pint jug , if it is full , in less than one minute ; but , madam , you could not empty that last quarter of a gill , though you were turned into a ...
Side 32
... Madam , I said , and added softly to my next neighbor , but you prove it . — The young fellow sitting near me winked ; and the divinity student said , in an undertone , - Optime dictum . Your talking Latin , said I , - reminds me of an ...
... Madam , I said , and added softly to my next neighbor , but you prove it . — The young fellow sitting near me winked ; and the divinity student said , in an undertone , - Optime dictum . Your talking Latin , said I , - reminds me of an ...
Side 79
... Madam ! " she said , and it is beyond the power of prose to tell of the fire which flashed from her eyes . The Signora stared her full in the face for a moment , and then turning to her brother said playfully , " Bertie , you idiot ...
... Madam ! " she said , and it is beyond the power of prose to tell of the fire which flashed from her eyes . The Signora stared her full in the face for a moment , and then turning to her brother said playfully , " Bertie , you idiot ...
Side 83
... daughter . " I couldn't get out , madam , if Madeline were starving for her supper , " said he ; " I'm physically fixed , unless I could fly . " The lady's anger was increased by seeing that her daughter MRS . PROUDIE'S RECEPTION . 83.
... daughter . " I couldn't get out , madam , if Madeline were starving for her supper , " said he ; " I'm physically fixed , unless I could fly . " The lady's anger was increased by seeing that her daughter MRS . PROUDIE'S RECEPTION . 83.
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Side 308 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Side 227 - My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills like that above.
Side 41 - There is always somewhere a weakest spot, — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, or within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...
Side 226 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the 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, half conceals, half discloses?
Side 214 - In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool. Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Side 111 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Side 226 - Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Side 44 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Side 218 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Side 118 - Into the fine cloth white like flame Weaving the golden thread, To fashion the birth-robes for them Who are just born, being dead. ' He shall fear, haply, and be dumb : Then...