The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and with Introductions, Volume 16Merrill and Baker, 1898 - 9822 pages |
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Page 7311
... Voices of the Tocsin Eugène Sue The Abbot of the Sea Théophile Gautier . · " Before I trust my fate to thee " Home of Ralph Waldo Emerson Thomas Wentworth Higginson Arthur Schopenhauer Balliol College , Oxford Herbert Spencer John ...
... Voices of the Tocsin Eugène Sue The Abbot of the Sea Théophile Gautier . · " Before I trust my fate to thee " Home of Ralph Waldo Emerson Thomas Wentworth Higginson Arthur Schopenhauer Balliol College , Oxford Herbert Spencer John ...
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... voice , helping himself or his neighbor , as if to get rid of some uneasy sensation of hypocrisy ! Not that the good man was a hypocrite , or was not most conscientious in the discharge of the duty ; but he felt in his inmost mind the ...
... voice , helping himself or his neighbor , as if to get rid of some uneasy sensation of hypocrisy ! Not that the good man was a hypocrite , or was not most conscientious in the discharge of the duty ; but he felt in his inmost mind the ...
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... voice broke and failed , for he saw ( by the flare of some potash burning which was going on opposite ) that all her glowing face was covered with streaming , undried tears , though when he came in she pretended to be busily wiping the ...
... voice broke and failed , for he saw ( by the flare of some potash burning which was going on opposite ) that all her glowing face was covered with streaming , undried tears , though when he came in she pretended to be busily wiping the ...
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... voices , prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves , Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the cave . It was a miracle of rare device A sunny pleasure dome with caves of ice ! A ...
... voices , prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves , Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the cave . It was a miracle of rare device A sunny pleasure dome with caves of ice ! A ...
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... voice , almost in the tone of a suppliant : " Will you , sir , excuse my importunity in venturing to intrude upon you in so unusual a manner ? I have a request to make - would you most graciously be pleased to allow me ? " " Hold ! for ...
... voice , almost in the tone of a suppliant : " Will you , sir , excuse my importunity in venturing to intrude upon you in so unusual a manner ? I have a request to make - would you most graciously be pleased to allow me ? " " Hold ! for ...
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Page 7351 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reach'd the caverns measureless to man, And sank...
Page 7411 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 7350 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Page 7350 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 7366 - It was August the third; And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise.
Page 7776 - And low eaves' icy fretting. It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving. For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled ; His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered;— As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked npron fingered.
Page 7528 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Page 7411 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 7412 - Oh, from out the sounding cells What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Page 7351 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware!