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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... DARK , deep , and cold the current flows Unto the sea where no wind blows , Seeking the land which no one knows . O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes The mingled wail of friends and foes , Borne to the land which no one knows . Why ...
... DARK , deep , and cold the current flows Unto the sea where no wind blows , Seeking the land which no one knows . O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes The mingled wail of friends and foes , Borne to the land which no one knows . Why ...
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... dark signs of fate in the faded features that had made the gamblers shudder ; he released his hands , but , with a touch of caution , due to the experience of some hundred years at least , he stretched his arm out to a sideboard as if ...
... dark signs of fate in the faded features that had made the gamblers shudder ; he released his hands , but , with a touch of caution , due to the experience of some hundred years at least , he stretched his arm out to a sideboard as if ...
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... harmless curiosity led him to bend over it and look at it from all points of view , and he soon found out the cause of its singular brilliancy . The dark grain of the leather had been so carefully 16 THE POWER OF THE WILD ASS ' SKIN .
... harmless curiosity led him to bend over it and look at it from all points of view , and he soon found out the cause of its singular brilliancy . The dark grain of the leather had been so carefully 16 THE POWER OF THE WILD ASS ' SKIN .
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... dark grain of the leather had been so carefully burnished and polished , the striped markings of the graining were so sharp and clear , that every particle of the surface of the bit of Oriental leather was in itself a focus which ...
... dark grain of the leather had been so carefully burnished and polished , the striped markings of the graining were so sharp and clear , that every particle of the surface of the bit of Oriental leather was in itself a focus which ...
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... dark thoughts apparent to him , as a flash of lightning marks the outlines of the cloud bars on a stormy sky . He looked round for the eight capital pictures of the collection ; each one of them was replaced by another . A dark film ...
... dark thoughts apparent to him , as a flash of lightning marks the outlines of the cloud bars on a stormy sky . He looked round for the eight capital pictures of the collection ; each one of them was replaced by another . A dark film ...
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Adrienne ALFRED TENNYSON answered Arthur Dimmesdale asked bandolining Bantornyi beautiful bells Ben Bolt 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 feel felt Fraisier gentleman hand happiness head hear heard heart Heaven Hester Prynne hope hour Jane Jefferson Brick 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 round Schmucke seemed sleep smile soul stood sure tell thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thousand francs told took tree turned voice wish woman words Xailoun young lord
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Página 229 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 379 - 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 378 - 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 142 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Página 404 - 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 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Página 232 - 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 226 - Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Página 143 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Página 229 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow.