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 38
... fear that I might receive a gentle hint from my friends the publishers , that a separate volume , at my own risk and expense , would be the proper method of bringing them before the public . -I would have a woman as true as Death . At ...
... fear that I might receive a gentle hint from my friends the publishers , that a separate volume , at my own risk and expense , would be the proper method of bringing them before the public . -I would have a woman as true as Death . At ...
Side 60
... fear we must give up the mill . " No , don't hold me , Phineas . I run no risk ; everybody knows me . Besides , I am young . There ! see after your father . I shall come back in good time . " He grasped my hands warmly , then unloosed ...
... fear we must give up the mill . " No , don't hold me , Phineas . I run no risk ; everybody knows me . Besides , I am young . There ! see after your father . I shall come back in good time . " He grasped my hands warmly , then unloosed ...
Side 66
... fear . " What do you do it for ? " John continued . " All because he would not sell you , or give you , his wheat . Even so ; it was his wheat , not yours . May not a man do what he likes with his own ? " That argument seemed to strike ...
... fear . " What do you do it for ? " John continued . " All because he would not sell you , or give you , his wheat . Even so ; it was his wheat , not yours . May not a man do what he likes with his own ? " That argument seemed to strike ...
Side 69
... fear of that . No , he is a just man I am not afraid . Give me some paper , Jael . " He sat down as composedly as if he had been alone in the counting house , and wrote . I looked over his shoulder , admir- ing his clear , firm ...
... fear of that . No , he is a just man I am not afraid . Give me some paper , Jael . " He sat down as composedly as if he had been alone in the counting house , and wrote . I looked over his shoulder , admir- ing his clear , firm ...
Side 85
... fear , however , he put himself to more inconvenience than I wished . " Mrs. Proudie looked at her , but said nothing . The mean- ing of her look might have been thus translated : " If ever you find yourself within these walls again , I ...
... fear , however , he put himself to more inconvenience than I wished . " Mrs. Proudie looked at her , but said nothing . The mean- ing of her look might have been thus translated : " If ever you find yourself within these walls again , I ...
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Adinda Anabaptist arms asked beauty better body born Braehead Buddhism called Carcassonne character CHARLES DICKENS child Christel church Colonel cried Cusha Darya Mihailovna dead dear death desiccated door eyes face father fear feel follow Fraser's Magazine French Fritz give hair hand happy head heard heart heaven Herr Amtshauptmann human Isabella Ivy Green Jael JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE king Kobus lady Larkyns leave live look Lord Maidie Marjorie MARJORIE FLEMING Miller mind Monotheism morning mother nature never Nibor night OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once Philomène Pigasof Pöllnitz poor Porhoet pray Proudie RALPH WALDO EMERSON Renault replied round Rudin Saïdjah Schoultz seemed Sister smile song soul speak star-spangled banner Steerforth Suzel tell thee things thou thought tion turned Verdant Green voice wife woman word young
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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...