The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volume 1Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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Page 73
... poor small lyre . He made it , and from out its measured frame Drew the harmonic soul , whose answers came With guidance sweet and lessons of delight Teaching to ear and hand the blissful Right , Where strictest law is gladness to the ...
... poor small lyre . He made it , and from out its measured frame Drew the harmonic soul , whose answers came With guidance sweet and lessons of delight Teaching to ear and hand the blissful Right , Where strictest law is gladness to the ...
Page 76
... poor late - begotten human brood Born to life's weary brevity and perilous good . And ever as he traveled he would climb The farthest mountain , yet the heavenly chime , The mighty tolling of the far - off spheres Beating 76 THE LEGEND ...
... poor late - begotten human brood Born to life's weary brevity and perilous good . And ever as he traveled he would climb The farthest mountain , yet the heavenly chime , The mighty tolling of the far - off spheres Beating 76 THE LEGEND ...
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... poor aged flesh , this eventide , This twilight soon in darkness to subside , This little pulse of self that , having glowed Through thrice three centuries , and divinely strowed . The light of music through the vague of sound , Ached ...
... poor aged flesh , this eventide , This twilight soon in darkness to subside , This little pulse of self that , having glowed Through thrice three centuries , and divinely strowed . The light of music through the vague of sound , Ached ...
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... poor , when thou art at the head of the city know how not to take advantage of the fact that thou hast reached the first rank , harden not thy heart because of thy elevation : thou art become only the steward of the good things of God ...
... poor , when thou art at the head of the city know how not to take advantage of the fact that thou hast reached the first rank , harden not thy heart because of thy elevation : thou art become only the steward of the good things of God ...
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... Poor , poor Nefert ! " cried Katuti , covering her face with her hands . " And what more ? " asked Nemu , hastily . " That , " said Katuti , " that is CONSPIRACY AND SORCERY . 135.
... Poor , poor Nefert ! " cried Katuti , covering her face with her hands . " And what more ? " asked Nemu , hastily . " That , " said Katuti , " that is CONSPIRACY AND SORCERY . 135.
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Abel Ahura ancient answered asked Babylonian behold birds Brahman breath Cain chariot CHIG comest cried crown Cucullin daughter dear death divine dost dwarf earth Egypt Egyptian elder brother eyes Fafnir father fell gave gods gold golden Hail hand head hear heart heaven Hexateuch Hogni honor hoopoes husband hymns Ishtar jackal Jubal Katuti Khita king King Solomon Koptos land Lemminkainen literary literature live looked lord Mer-ab MICHI mighty MONIER MONIER-WILLIAMS mother Na-nefer-ka-ptah Nefert Nemu never night o'er old woman Oonagh Pentateuch Perseus Pharaoh Phraxanor Polydectes priest Ptah Quicksilver Rakshas Regin replied Rig-veda royal boat RSITY Satyavan Savitri scribe Setna shalt Sigurd Slyboots soul spake sword tell thee things thou art thou hast thought thyself TIAMAT tomb took tree UNIV CHIG UNIV UNIV UNIV unto Varuna voice wife wind words Yama Yudhisthira
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Page 36 - Which from his darksome passage now appears, And now, divided into four main streams, Runs diverse, wandering many a famous realm And country whereof here needs no account ; But rather to tell how, if Art could tell How, from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed 240 Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Poured forth profuse...
Page 86 - But a sudden change came o'er his heart, Ere the setting of the sun ; And Tubal Cain was filled with pain For the evil he had done : He saw that men, with rage and hate, Made war upon their kind, That the land was red with the blood they shed, In their lust for carnage blind. And he said — "Alas ! that ever I made, Or that skill of mine should plan The spear and the sword, for men whose joy Is to slay their fellow-man...
Page 27 - And there was war in heaven; Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought, and his angels, and prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world; he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him.
Page 394 - Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love!
Page 393 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd 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 loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Page 166 - Have children climbed those knees, and kissed that face? What was thy name and station, age and race ? Statue of flesh, Immortal of the dead ! Imperishable type of evanescence, Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed, And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the judgment morning, When the great Trump shall thrill thee with its warning.
Page 165 - Was Cheops or Cephrenes architect Of either pyramid that bears his name? Is Pompey's Pillar really a misnomer? Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer?
Page 394 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede 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 Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 36 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all ; And worthy seem'd : for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom...