Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner R.S. Peale and J.A. Hill, 1897 |
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... turned to him and thanked him warmly , looking very pretty now , with the color in her cheeks . But Mr. Smith answered no word . He stared over her head , grew red in the face , fidgeted nervously , but held his peace until his eyes ...
... turned to him and thanked him warmly , looking very pretty now , with the color in her cheeks . But Mr. Smith answered no word . He stared over her head , grew red in the face , fidgeted nervously , but held his peace until his eyes ...
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... turned and is departed with my key ; Wherefore , not even as other boarders free , I sing ( as prisoners to their dungeon stones When for ten days they expiate a spree ) : Behold the deeds that are done of Mrs. Jones ! One night and one ...
... turned and is departed with my key ; Wherefore , not even as other boarders free , I sing ( as prisoners to their dungeon stones When for ten days they expiate a spree ) : Behold the deeds that are done of Mrs. Jones ! One night and one ...
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... turn about , my Book , and touch these strings , Which , if but touched , will such a music make , They'll make a cripple dance , a giant quake . » This second part introduces some new scenes , as well as char- acters and experiences ...
... turn about , my Book , and touch these strings , Which , if but touched , will such a music make , They'll make a cripple dance , a giant quake . » This second part introduces some new scenes , as well as char- acters and experiences ...
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... turn the back to him might give him the greater advantage with ease to pierce him with his darts . Therefore he resolved to venture and stand his ground ; for , thought he , had I no more in mine eye than the saving of my life ...
... turn the back to him might give him the greater advantage with ease to pierce him with his darts . Therefore he resolved to venture and stand his ground ; for , thought he , had I no more in mine eye than the saving of my life ...
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... turn again and go back . Christian - What I promised thee was in my nonage ; and besides , I count that the Prince under whose banner now I stand is able to absolve me ; yea , and to pardon also what I did as to my compliance with thee ...
... turn again and go back . Christian - What I promised thee was in my nonage ; and besides , I count that the Prince under whose banner now I stand is able to absolve me ; yea , and to pardon also what I did as to my compliance with thee ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Apollyon Arcady Ariovistus beauty bird Bürger Burke Byron Cæsar Calderon called Callimachus child Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Christian Clotaldo Colossus Constitution cried daughter death dream earth enemy English eyes Fanny Burney father fear feeling Fernan Caballero fire Gaul genius hand hast hath head heard heart heaven Henry Cuyler Bunner honor hope hour Hudibras Hyder Ali Jean Ingelow Jools Jules Julius Cæsar Justina King lady literary literature living look Lord Lord Macartney mind mother mountains nature never night o'er passed person petition Pilgrim's Progress play poet political Posson Jone Robert Burns Roman Samian wine scenes Senator Sequani slaves sleep smile song soul Spanish spirit St.-Ange stand stood story Streatham sweet tell thee thine things thou thought tion truth voice wild words write young
Pasajes populares
Página 2951 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
Página 2946 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Página 2847 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 2856 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Página 2931 - Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
Página 2846 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride : His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care, And " Let us worship God !
Página 2855 - Low i' the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starred! Unskillful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Página 2854 - Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' speckled breast, When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 2848 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ; " And certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined.
Página 2969 - His steps are not upon thy paths- — thy fields Are not a spoil for him — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies. And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay. And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay.