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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... thought had recalled his fate to him , as it led him imperceptibly back from the forlorn hopes to which he had clung . " 66 Ah , ha ! then my suspicions were well founded ! " said the other , and his hands held the young man's wrists in ...
... thought had recalled his fate to him , as it led him imperceptibly back from the forlorn hopes to which he had clung . " 66 Ah , ha ! then my suspicions were well founded ! " said the other , and his hands held the young man's wrists in ...
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... thought that the older was in his dotage , and waited in bewilderment without venturing to reply . " Turn round ... thoughts . Still a harmless curiosity led him to bend over it and look at it from all points of view , and he soon found ...
... thought that the older was in his dotage , and waited in bewilderment without venturing to reply . " Turn round ... thoughts . Still a harmless curiosity led him to bend over it and look at it from all points of view , and he soon found ...
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... Thought has destroyed Will , so that Power is relegated to the ordinary functions of my economy . In a word , it is ... thought , place the springs of happiness within himself , and draw thence uncounted pleasures in idea , unsoiled by ...
... Thought has destroyed Will , so that Power is relegated to the ordinary functions of my economy . In a word , it is ... thought , place the springs of happiness within himself , and draw thence uncounted pleasures in idea , unsoiled by ...
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... thought and study , " the stranger replied ; " and yet they have not even supported me . I am not to be gulled by a sermon worthy of Swedenborg , nor by your Oriental amulet , nor yet by your charitable endeavors to keep me in a world ...
... thought and study , " the stranger replied ; " and yet they have not even supported me . I am not to be gulled by a sermon worthy of Swedenborg , nor by your Oriental amulet , nor yet by your charitable endeavors to keep me in a world ...
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... thought ; the elder bore his age visibly written in his white hair , the younger was of no age . 66 " I have not slept all night , sir ; " so Raphael greeted his antagonist . The icy tone and terrible glance that went with the words ...
... thought ; the elder bore his age visibly written in his white hair , the younger was of no age . 66 " I have not slept all night , sir ; " so Raphael greeted his antagonist . The icy tone and terrible glance that went with the words ...
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Adrienne ALFRED TENNYSON answered Arthur Dimmesdale asked bandolining Bantornyi beautiful bells better breath canon Caudle Chateau d'If child Cibot Cleopatra colonel Consuelo cried curate Dantes dark dear death Djalma door Dorcas dream Ellen eyes face fancy father fear feeling felt Fraisier gentleman hand happiness head hear heard heart Heaven Hester Prynne hope hour Jane Jefferson Brick Joseph Kardouon knew La Cibot Lady Hester Lady Hester Stanhope laugh leave light lips listened live Lockman looked Magus Malvin Martin Meïamoun mind never Nevermore night once passed Pons poor Rémonencq replied returned Reuben Rochester rock Schmucke seemed sleep smile soul stood sure tell THEOPHILE GAUTIER thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thousand francs told took tree turned voice wish woman words Xailoun young lord
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Página 375 - 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 374 - 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 228 - 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 408 - 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 144 - 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 140 - 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 407 - 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.