The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volumen 24Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, Limited, 1899 |
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... stood leaning against the marble chimney - piece , and stayed there quietly in the middle of the principal saloon , doing his best to give no one any advantage over him ; but he scruti- nized the faces about him , and gave a certain ...
... stood leaning against the marble chimney - piece , and stayed there quietly in the middle of the principal saloon , doing his best to give no one any advantage over him ; but he scruti- nized the faces about him , and gave a certain ...
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... stood with his viper's head stretched out , in such an attitude as a painter would choose for Mephistopheles . The three covetous beings , thirsting for gold as devils thirst for the dew of heaven , looked simultaneously , as it chanced ...
... stood with his viper's head stretched out , in such an attitude as a painter would choose for Mephistopheles . The three covetous beings , thirsting for gold as devils thirst for the dew of heaven , looked simultaneously , as it chanced ...
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... stood upright , a gaunt , wasted figure . " Take my arm , sir , " said La Cibot , rushing to the rescue , lest Pons should fall . " Pray calm yourself , the gentlemen are gone . ' " said the death - stricken man . " I want to see the ...
... stood upright , a gaunt , wasted figure . " Take my arm , sir , " said La Cibot , rushing to the rescue , lest Pons should fall . " Pray calm yourself , the gentlemen are gone . ' " said the death - stricken man . " I want to see the ...
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... stood on the threshold of his salon . There they were his dear pictures , his statues , his Florentine bronzes , his porcelain ; the sight of them revived him . The old collector walked in his dressing gown along the narrow spaces ...
... stood on the threshold of his salon . There they were his dear pictures , his statues , his Florentine bronzes , his porcelain ; the sight of them revived him . The old collector walked in his dressing gown along the narrow spaces ...
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... stood me out that I was dreaming ! . . . My good Schmucke , it was not a dream . I heard the man perfectly plainly ; he spoke to me . The two dealers took fright and made for the door . . . I thought that La Cibot would contradict ...
... stood me out that I was dreaming ! . . . My good Schmucke , it was not a dream . I heard the man perfectly plainly ; he spoke to me . The two dealers took fright and made for the door . . . I thought that La Cibot would contradict ...
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Adrienne ALFRED TENNYSON answered Arthur Dimmesdale asked bandolining beautiful bells better breath Brunt canon Chateau d'If child Cibot Cleopatra colonel Consuelo cried curate Dantes dark dead dear death Djalma door Dorcas dream Ellen eyes face fancy father fear feeling felt Fraisier gentleman give hand happiness head hear heard heart heaven Hester Prynne hope hour Jane Jefferson Brick Kardouon La Cibot Lady Hester Stanhope laugh leave light lips listened live Lockman look Mademoiselle de Cardoville Martin Meïamoun mind missis morning Mugby Junction never night once passed Pons poor Rawdon replied Reuben scarlet letter Schaunard Schmucke seemed sleep smile Sniff soul stood sure tears tell thee THEOPHILE GAUTIER things THOMAS HOOD thou thought told trembling turned voice wish woman words Xailoun young lord
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Página 373 - 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...
Página 372 - 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...
Página 226 - 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!
Página 406 - 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.
Página 142 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Página 224 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family— Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother?
Página 138 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted— tell me truly, I implore: Is there— is there balm in Gilead?— tell me— tell me, I implore!
Página 405 - She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms ! And lo ! from the assembled crowd There rose a shout, prolonged and loud, That to the ocean seemed to say, 'Take her, O bridegroom, old and gray, Take her to thy protecting arms, With all her youth and all her charms...
Página 224 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night.
Página 224 - Mad from Life's history, Glad to Death's mystery, Swift to be hurled— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly.