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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-Z
Charles Dudley Warner
Vista completa - 1897
ancient answer appeared arms beauty better body born brought called carried cause century character close dead death desire doubt entered expression eyes fair fall father feel followed force forest France French gave give hand head heart heaven hope horse hour Italy kind King language learned leave less light literary literature lived look Lord matter means mind mother nature never night o'er once passed persons poet Pope present received rise Roman round seemed side soon soul sound speak spirit style thee things thou thought took Translation true truth turned verse whole wish write young
Página 11751 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul ; can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting...
Página 11744 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys. Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Página 11726 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest, who have learned to dance : 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Página 11739 - Honor and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honor lies.
Página 11740 - The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill ; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is...
Página 11723 - Of all the Causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is Pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Página 11734 - The little engine on his fingers' ends ; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair...
Página 12074 - And wider still those billows of war Thundered along the horizon's bar ; And louder yet into Winchester rolled The roar of that red sea uncontrolled...