Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Volume 39Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 |
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Page 15815
... Sing of his Lady's Unkindness How the Lover Perisheth in his Delight as the Fly in the Fire A Renouncing of Love The Lover Prayeth Not to be Disdained , Refused , Mis- trusted , nor Forsaken JOHN WYCLIF Luke xv . 11-32 ; Same - Modern ...
... Sing of his Lady's Unkindness How the Lover Perisheth in his Delight as the Fly in the Fire A Renouncing of Love The Lover Prayeth Not to be Disdained , Refused , Mis- trusted , nor Forsaken JOHN WYCLIF Luke xv . 11-32 ; Same - Modern ...
Page 15821
... sing and dance ; that should go round the world , like the ' Grande Duchesse ' or the ' Fille de Madame Angot ' ; that should bring him fame and money , and the friendship of the Muse , and it need not be said that as yet he had not ...
... sing and dance ; that should go round the world , like the ' Grande Duchesse ' or the ' Fille de Madame Angot ' ; that should bring him fame and money , and the friendship of the Muse , and it need not be said that as yet he had not ...
Page 15823
... singing from the new operetta at the Folles - Farces : it is the one operetta I have not heard ; but only because I had not time : and perhaps this is the cast . " " Have them in at once , " said Monsieur Doblay , replying , it almost ...
... singing from the new operetta at the Folles - Farces : it is the one operetta I have not heard ; but only because I had not time : and perhaps this is the cast . " " Have them in at once , " said Monsieur Doblay , replying , it almost ...
Page 15830
... sings a song begging me to intercede for him ; he joins his wrinkled old hands together , and the tears run from his poor old face , and his nose is red , and his eyes are bleared , and his voice cracks and creaks , and altogether he ...
... sings a song begging me to intercede for him ; he joins his wrinkled old hands together , and the tears run from his poor old face , and his nose is red , and his eyes are bleared , and his voice cracks and creaks , and altogether he ...
Page 15832
... singing your ballad in such a manner as to prevent her from listening properly in the character of the Princess Lisa . Now here I am about to throw out a suggestion which may assist us . Perhaps the difficulty lies in the ballad itself ...
... singing your ballad in such a manner as to prevent her from listening properly in the character of the Princess Lisa . Now here I am about to throw out a suggestion which may assist us . Perhaps the difficulty lies in the ballad itself ...
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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...