The Stoddard Library: Hindoo lit.-KingsleyG.L. Shuman & Company, 1913 - Anthologies |
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... gave it to the woman , because of the news she brought ; but having done so , again he thought , " This woman , perhaps , is a favorite of the king , and his majesty seeing her so beautifully adorned , will naturally inquire and find ...
... gave it to the woman , because of the news she brought ; but having done so , again he thought , " This woman , perhaps , is a favorite of the king , and his majesty seeing her so beautifully adorned , will naturally inquire and find ...
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... gave themselves to the mere delight of the song ; others , remembering past conflicts , were stirred as with the fury of battle ; while the old men were melted into tears by the thought that their bodies were grown weak through time ...
... gave themselves to the mere delight of the song ; others , remembering past conflicts , were stirred as with the fury of battle ; while the old men were melted into tears by the thought that their bodies were grown weak through time ...
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... . When , flush'd with slaughter , Hector comes to spread The purpled shore with mountains of the dead , Then shalt thou mourn the affront thy madness gave , Forced to implore when impotent to save : Then rage HOMER 61.
... . When , flush'd with slaughter , Hector comes to spread The purpled shore with mountains of the dead , Then shalt thou mourn the affront thy madness gave , Forced to implore when impotent to save : Then rage HOMER 61.
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... gave : Nor thou , Achilles , treat our prince with pride ; Let kings be just , and sovereign power preside . Thee the first honors of the war adorn , Like gods in strength , and of a goddess born ; Him awful majesty exalts above The ...
... gave : Nor thou , Achilles , treat our prince with pride ; Let kings be just , and sovereign power preside . Thee the first honors of the war adorn , Like gods in strength , and of a goddess born ; Him awful majesty exalts above The ...
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... Gave plenty for his daughter's dower ; but if they fed the flame Of this man's fury , woe is me , woe to my wretched queen ! But in our state's woe their two deaths will nought at all be seen , So thy life quit them . Take the town ...
... Gave plenty for his daughter's dower ; but if they fed the flame Of this man's fury , woe is me , woe to my wretched queen ! But in our state's woe their two deaths will nought at all be seen , So thy life quit them . Take the town ...
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Achilles Agelaus Amyas answered arms Attila barricade began blessed boys Brother Azarias called cried Cyclops dead dear death Devadatta Diggs door Enjolras Eurycleia Eurymachus eyes face father fear fell fire Flashman gave Gavroche give hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Helmer Hilary Javert Jean Valjean Josephus Jotapata king Kôtsuké no Suké Krogstad Kuranosuké Linden live lobster look Lord Melanthius mind Miss Phyllis morning never night Nineve Nora Odysseus Onégesh prince Quasimodo Raguel Rip Van Winkle Romans Rônins round ship side soul spake stone stood sweet sword Takumi no Kami Telemachus tell thee thine things thou art thought Tobias took Torvald turn unto Vespasian voice wall water-babies wife wine Winkle wise wooers words young Zeus
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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