English & American Literature, Studies in Literary Criticism, Interpretation & History, Including Complete Masterpieces, in 10 Vol, Volumen 9Smith & Reeve, 1903 |
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... eyes that he might behold my shape more perfectly . I guessed his meaning and my good fortune gave me so much presence of mind , that I resolved not to struggle in the least , as he held me in the air above sixty feet from the ground ...
... eyes that he might behold my shape more perfectly . I guessed his meaning and my good fortune gave me so much presence of mind , that I resolved not to struggle in the least , as he held me in the air above sixty feet from the ground ...
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... eyes , and spoke several words as loud as I could ; I took a purse of gold out of my pocket and humbly presented it to him . He received it on the palm of his hand , then applied it close to Gulliver's Travels his eye to see what it was ...
... eyes , and spoke several words as loud as I could ; I took a purse of gold out of my pocket and humbly presented it to him . He received it on the palm of his hand , then applied it close to Gulliver's Travels his eye to see what it was ...
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Charles Herbert Sylvester. Gulliver's Travels his eye to see what it was , and afterwards turned it several times with the point of a pin , but could make nothing of it , whereupon I made a sign that he should put his hand upon the ...
Charles Herbert Sylvester. Gulliver's Travels his eye to see what it was , and afterwards turned it several times with the point of a pin , but could make nothing of it , whereupon I made a sign that he should put his hand upon the ...
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... eye , as God of all , A hero perish , or a sparrow fall - Atoms or systems into ruin hurled , And now a bubble burst , and now a world . Hope humbly then , with trembling pinions soar , Wait the great teacher , Death , and God adore ...
... eye , as God of all , A hero perish , or a sparrow fall - Atoms or systems into ruin hurled , And now a bubble burst , and now a world . Hope humbly then , with trembling pinions soar , Wait the great teacher , Death , and God adore ...
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... ! 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 ? " Studies 1. Up to this time which has been the 45.
... ! 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 ? " Studies 1. Up to this time which has been the 45.
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Página 36 - Happy the man*, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Página 55 - I might boast myself le vainqueur du vainqueur de la terre, that I might obtain that regard for which I saw the world contending, but I found my attendance so little encouraged that neither pride nor modesty would suffer me to continue it.
Página 107 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee— Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ! Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves...
Página 14 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one (from whence they came) Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Página 34 - And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country than the whole race of politicians put together.
Página 103 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Página 150 - Sweat of the brow; and up from that to sweat of the brain, sweat of the heart...
Página 55 - Seven years, My Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door, during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour. Such treatment I did not expect, for I never had a patron before.
Página 76 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 101 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet — But hark ! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm ! Arm ! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain...