Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Volume 39Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 |
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Page 15824
... gave them all that droll , half - deprecating look of conscious guilt which Punchinello and Pierrot wear before the Law . And Paul , as he prepared to take down their names with a stub - pen on stiff court paper , felt himself a figure ...
... gave them all that droll , half - deprecating look of conscious guilt which Punchinello and Pierrot wear before the Law . And Paul , as he prepared to take down their names with a stub - pen on stiff court paper , felt himself a figure ...
Page 15825
... gave him a glance which might have withered him . " Which he does not sustain with art , Monsieur le Juge — oh , not at all . For though it is an adorable little story , but adorable , it does not draw the public ; and why ? Because ...
... gave him a glance which might have withered him . " Which he does not sustain with art , Monsieur le Juge — oh , not at all . For though it is an adorable little story , but adorable , it does not draw the public ; and why ? Because ...
Page 15826
... gave this advice to Monsieur Tavernier , there was opposition ? " asked Monsieur Doblay . " Pronounced , " said Brébant . " Vociferous , " said Rébus . " Even minatory . " " Upon which " - Mademoiselle Adèle's eyes were blazing indig ...
... gave this advice to Monsieur Tavernier , there was opposition ? " asked Monsieur Doblay . " Pronounced , " said Brébant . " Vociferous , " said Rébus . " Even minatory . " " Upon which " - Mademoiselle Adèle's eyes were blazing indig ...
Page 15837
... gave a cry , and then covered his ghastly face with his hands . Brébant looked at them both from under the dark , delicate lines of his eyebrows , pulled at his mustache , and said , " Fichtre ! " Nobody seemed able to speak , and there ...
... gave a cry , and then covered his ghastly face with his hands . Brébant looked at them both from under the dark , delicate lines of his eyebrows , pulled at his mustache , and said , " Fichtre ! " Nobody seemed able to speak , and there ...
Page 15859
... gave rise to it . We have a steady chain of testimony through the ages , all pointing to the salt pillar as the irrefragable evidence of Divine judgment . That great theological test of truth - the dictum of St. Vincent of Lerins would ...
... gave rise to it . We have a steady chain of testimony through the ages , all pointing to the salt pillar as the irrefragable evidence of Divine judgment . That great theological test of truth - the dictum of St. Vincent of Lerins would ...
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Page 16209 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 16210 - Stern 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 15914 - God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Page 15899 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Page 16213 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy ; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 16209 - The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Page 16209 - Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity 1 There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms,...
Page 16199 - I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified : We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
Page 15896 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
Page 15922 - ... sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides ! Still...