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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... seemed to enter the heart which it pierced , and to heal it as with balm . The same flood of popularity followed him in London . He was invited to preach at Cripplegate , St. Anne , and Foster- lane churches , at six on Sunday mornings ...
... seemed to enter the heart which it pierced , and to heal it as with balm . The same flood of popularity followed him in London . He was invited to preach at Cripplegate , St. Anne , and Foster- lane churches , at six on Sunday mornings ...
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... seemed to show how deeply he was possessed with a sense of the importance of what he was about to say . His elocution was perfect . They who heard him most frequently could not remember that he ever stumbled at a word , or hesitated for ...
... seemed to show how deeply he was possessed with a sense of the importance of what he was about to say . His elocution was perfect . They who heard him most frequently could not remember that he ever stumbled at a word , or hesitated for ...
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... seemed to vanish from under it , it fell dead , the corporal's eye fixed upon it , as upon a corpse , and Susannah burst into a flood of tears . - - - - Now- Ten thousand , and ten thousand times ten thousand ( for matter and motion are ...
... seemed to vanish from under it , it fell dead , the corporal's eye fixed upon it , as upon a corpse , and Susannah burst into a flood of tears . - - - - Now- Ten thousand , and ten thousand times ten thousand ( for matter and motion are ...
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... seemed to have divided among themselves all the charms of beauty . Features noble and modest , eyes tender and languishing , an ingenuous temper and a sensitive soul , distinguished the touch- ing Elmira . Her entrance into the seraglio ...
... seemed to have divided among themselves all the charms of beauty . Features noble and modest , eyes tender and languishing , an ingenuous temper and a sensitive soul , distinguished the touch- ing Elmira . Her entrance into the seraglio ...
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... seemed like the fluttering of the butterfly over roses , or like the zephyrs , losing themselves among the flowers . " Listen to the turtle , " said Delia : " she is faithful , but she is sad . See the inconstant warbler : pleasure ...
... seemed like the fluttering of the butterfly over roses , or like the zephyrs , losing themselves among the flowers . " Listen to the turtle , " said Delia : " she is faithful , but she is sad . See the inconstant warbler : pleasure ...
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Acres America arms better born Britain British called character charms Clinker colonies cried dear death Elmira England English eyes father Faulkland favor fear feel fight Fingal followed force Gaul gentleman George Grenville give Green Mountain Boys hand happy Harley hath hear heart Heaven honor hope House of Commons Humphry Humphry Clinker king ladies land Lathmon laws liberty live look Lord madam Madame du Deffand Malaprop Marlow ment mind minister Miss Hardcastle Morni nature never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH Ossian parliament passion peace person Philoctetes pleasure political poor Redgauntlet replied Roxalana scarce seemed side Sir Lucius slaves Soliman soul spirit Strawberry Hill sultan sword tears tell thee things thou thought thousand tion turn uncle Toby voice Walpole Whig whole wife wish word
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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.