The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Bind 18Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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Side 51
... Roxalana , " said he to her ( for that was her name ) , " show some respect , if you please , to the minister of my wishes . You are yet a stranger to the manners of the seraglio ; till you are instructed in them , contain yourself and ...
... Roxalana , " said he to her ( for that was her name ) , " show some respect , if you please , to the minister of my wishes . You are yet a stranger to the manners of the seraglio ; till you are instructed in them , contain yourself and ...
Side 52
... Roxalana spoke thus , the sultan examined , with sur- prise , the fire of her looks , and the play of her countenance . " By Mahomet , " said he to himself , " here is the prettiest little face in all Asia . Such as these are only made ...
... Roxalana spoke thus , the sultan examined , with sur- prise , the fire of her looks , and the play of her countenance . " By Mahomet , " said he to himself , " here is the prettiest little face in all Asia . Such as these are only made ...
Side 53
... Roxalana , I am master , and you a slave . " — “ Yes , I know you have purchased me ; but the robber who sold me ... Roxalana ; I would make use of my power only to render this life delightful to yourself and me . " " Upon my word ...
... Roxalana , I am master , and you a slave . " — “ Yes , I know you have purchased me ; but the robber who sold me ... Roxalana ; I would make use of my power only to render this life delightful to yourself and me . " " Upon my word ...
Side 54
... Roxalana , with an air of compassion ; " you deserve better luck . It is a pity you are not a plain private gentleman in my country . I might have a weakness for you ; for , as a matter of fact , I hate not you but your surroundings ...
... Roxalana , with an air of compassion ; " you deserve better luck . It is a pity you are not a plain private gentleman in my country . I might have a weakness for you ; for , as a matter of fact , I hate not you but your surroundings ...
Side 55
... Roxalana . As soon as the latter had heard what she had to say , " What ! " said she , " young and handsome as you ... Roxalana's . As soon as she saw him coming , she ran to meet him with as easy an air as if they had been upon the best ...
... Roxalana . As soon as the latter had heard what she had to say , " What ! " said she , " young and handsome as you ... Roxalana's . As soon as she saw him coming , she ran to meet him with as easy an air as if they had been upon the best ...
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Side 394 - For cutting off our trade with all parts of the world: For imposing taxes on us without our consent: For depriving us, in many cases, of the benefits of trial by jury: For transporting us beyond seas to be tried for pretended offenses: For abolishing the free system of English laws in a neighboring province...
Side 183 - Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return - and die at home at last.
Side 183 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Side 186 - Yet he was kind; or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Side 28 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope ; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia.
Side 93 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more.
Side 89 - A weary waste expanding to the skies : Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Side 96 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Side 181 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene!
Side 98 - E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests, and through dangerous ways; Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine.