The Stoddard Library: Hindoo lit.-KingsleyG.L. Shuman & Company, 1913 - Anthologies |
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... Odysseus that blinded it , the waster of cities , son of Laertes , whose dwelling is in Ithaca . ' " So I spake , and with a moan he answered me , saying : " Lo now , in very truth the ancient oracles have come upon me . There lived ...
... Odysseus that blinded it , the waster of cities , son of Laertes , whose dwelling is in Ithaca . ' " So I spake , and with a moan he answered me , saying : " Lo now , in very truth the ancient oracles have come upon me . There lived ...
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... Odysseus : we found within the forest glades the fair halls , builded of polished stone , in a place with wide prospect . And there was one that fared before a mighty web and sang a clear song , a goddess she was or a woman , and they ...
... Odysseus : we found within the forest glades the fair halls , builded of polished stone , in a place with wide prospect . And there was one that fared before a mighty web and sang a clear song , a goddess she was or a woman , and they ...
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... Odysseus , ready at need , whom he of the golden wand , the slayer of Argos , full often told me was to come hither , on his way from Troy with his swift black ship . Nay come , put thy sword into the sheath , and thereafter let us go ...
... Odysseus , ready at need , whom he of the golden wand , the slayer of Argos , full often told me was to come hither , on his way from Troy with his swift black ship . Nay come , put thy sword into the sheath , and thereafter let us go ...
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... Odysseus , dost thou sit there like a speech- less man , consuming thine own soul , and dost not touch meat nor drink ? Dost thou indeed deem there is some further guile ? Nay , thou hast no cause to fear , for already I have sworn thee ...
... Odysseus , dost thou sit there like a speech- less man , consuming thine own soul , and dost not touch meat nor drink ? Dost thou indeed deem there is some further guile ? Nay , thou hast no cause to fear , for already I have sworn thee ...
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... Odysseus , great glory of the Achæans , here stay thy barque , that thou mayest listen to the voice of us twain . For none hath ever driven by this way in his black ship , till he hath heard from our lips the voice sweet as the ...
... Odysseus , great glory of the Achæans , here stay thy barque , that thou mayest listen to the voice of us twain . For none hath ever driven by this way in his black ship , till he hath heard from our lips the voice sweet as the ...
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Page 412 - heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a Nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, — "In God is our trust;" And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave I
Page 405 - SUN OF MY SOUL SUN of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near; O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My weary eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Page 426 - Ster n Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace: Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 223 - spoke more low, But cheerily still: and said, " I pray thee then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. RONDEAU JENNY
Page 405 - Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant slumbers, pure and light. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take Till in the ocean of thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. MORNING
Page 411 - who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood hath washed out their foul footsteps' pollution ! No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave; And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph
Page 146 - seat; O, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me: As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 223 - RONDEAU JENNY kiss'd me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have miss'd me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kiss'd me.
Page 382 - Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Page 381 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these ? what maidens loath ? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild