Library of the World's Best Literature: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne, George Henry Warner R. S. Peale and J. A. Hill, 1897 - Anthologies |
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... plays at constructing an ideal republic , which is to be the latest improvement on Plato's commonwealth . To facil- itate the discussion , the host writes the titles of the subjects to be talked about on the back of the menus of their ...
... plays at constructing an ideal republic , which is to be the latest improvement on Plato's commonwealth . To facil- itate the discussion , the host writes the titles of the subjects to be talked about on the back of the menus of their ...
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... played a curious trick on Mr. Mallock . As Emerson says of the soul of the dead warrior , which , entering the breast of the conqueror , takes up its abode there , so the wraiths of doubt , materialism , discontent , Philistinism , and ...
... played a curious trick on Mr. Mallock . As Emerson says of the soul of the dead warrior , which , entering the breast of the conqueror , takes up its abode there , so the wraiths of doubt , materialism , discontent , Philistinism , and ...
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... play- The light of the sky is in her eyes ; on her lips is a free laughter . We look at her , and we know that she is happy . We know it , mark me ; but she knows it not . Turn , however , to the other , and all is changed . Outwardly ...
... play- The light of the sky is in her eyes ; on her lips is a free laughter . We look at her , and we know that she is happy . We know it , mark me ; but she knows it not . Turn , however , to the other , and all is changed . Outwardly ...
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... play so extraordinary a part in both the New World and the Old . The art of fiction and romance displayed by Malory in making this transfer of his French materials , is best to be gauged by com- paring his ' Morte d'Arthur ' with such ...
... play so extraordinary a part in both the New World and the Old . The art of fiction and romance displayed by Malory in making this transfer of his French materials , is best to be gauged by com- paring his ' Morte d'Arthur ' with such ...
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... plays ; the marble hearts of the Italian classic tragedy are replaced here by vital , palpitating flesh . When Carmagnola dies for his act of humanity in releasing his prisoners of war , and Ermengarda , whose loveliness is portrayed ...
... plays ; the marble hearts of the Italian classic tragedy are replaced here by vital , palpitating flesh . When Carmagnola dies for his act of humanity in releasing his prisoners of war , and Ermengarda , whose loveliness is portrayed ...
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Page 10060 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 10051 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 9832 - And he came down with them, and stood in the plain, and the company of his disciples, and a great multitude of people out of all Judea and Jerusalem, and from the seacoast of Tyre and Sidon, which came to hear him, and to be healed of their diseases; 18 And they that were vexed with unclean spirits: and they were healed.
Page 10057 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 10047 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Page 10060 - Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 10066 - He walked with, to support uneasy steps Over the burning marie, not like those steps On Heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Page 10064 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be it so, since He Who now is sovran can dispose and bid What shall be right : farthest from Him is best, Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme Above his equals.
Page 10057 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 10053 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues.