Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volume 28

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Charles Dudley Warner
International Society, 1897 - Literature
 

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Page 10969 - THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
Page 11182 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Page 10971 - If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace ; " and this single reflection, well applied, is sufficient to awaken every man to duty. Not a place upon earth might be so happy as America. Her situation is remote from all the wrangling world, and she has nothing to do but to trade with them.
Page 11246 - Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air, Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair : Shine sun, burn fire, breathe air and ease me ; Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me ; Shadow (my sweet nurse) keep me from burning, Make not my glad cause, cause of mourning. Let not my beauty's fire Inflame unstaid desire, Nor pierce any bright eye That wandereth lightly.
Page 11148 - ... at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems by a lifted horizon to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the senses, strange dyes, strange colours, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend.
Page 10920 - Philemon thus prefers their joint request: — We crave to serve before your sacred shrine, And offer at your altars rites divine ; And since not any action of our life Has been polluted with domestic strife, We beg one hour of death ; that neither she, With widow's tears, may live to bury me, Nor weeping I, with withered arms, may bear My breathless Baucis to the sepulchre.
Page 11246 - And lovers' sonnets turned to holy psalms; A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms: But though from court to cottage he depart, His saint is sure of his unspotted heart. And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song: 'Blessed be the hearts that wish my Sovereign well, Cursed be the souls that think her any wrong.
Page 11286 - I find that Mrs. Pierce' s little girl is my Valentine, she having drawn me; which I was not sorry for, it easing me of something more that I must have given to others...
Page 10973 - Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul by swearing allegiance to one whose character is that of a sottish, stupid, stubborn, worthless, brutish man.
Page 11289 - ... earnest to go though the day was very lowering ; and she would have me put on my fine suit, which I did. And so anon we went alone through the town with our new liveries of serge, and the horses...

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