The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volume 14Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 - Anthologies |
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... asked the waves , and asked the felon winds , What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain ? And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory . They knew not of his story ; And sage Hippotades their ...
... asked the waves , and asked the felon winds , What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain ? And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory . They knew not of his story ; And sage Hippotades their ...
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... asked I , turning . " Oh , Jack , Jack - I have no stomach for this ! A cool , wet death at sea I do not fear ; only to have the great hot shot burning in a man's belly - ' tis terrifying . I hate a swift death ! Jack , I be a sinner ...
... asked I , turning . " Oh , Jack , Jack - I have no stomach for this ! A cool , wet death at sea I do not fear ; only to have the great hot shot burning in a man's belly - ' tis terrifying . I hate a swift death ! Jack , I be a sinner ...
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... asked I , sitting up and pointing . " Bless thy innocent heart ! " said my comrade , “ dostn't thee know ? " Tis Sir Bevill . " : " Twould be tedious to tell the whole of this long fight , which , beginning soon after sunrise , ended ...
... asked I , sitting up and pointing . " Bless thy innocent heart ! " said my comrade , “ dostn't thee know ? " Tis Sir Bevill . " : " Twould be tedious to tell the whole of this long fight , which , beginning soon after sunrise , ended ...
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... say nothing in dangerous times . The lion , you know , called the sheep to ask her if his breath smelt : she said , " Aye " ; he bit off her head for a fool . He called the wolf and asked him ; he said , " No " ; 72 SELDEN'S TABLE - TALK .
... say nothing in dangerous times . The lion , you know , called the sheep to ask her if his breath smelt : she said , " Aye " ; he bit off her head for a fool . He called the wolf and asked him ; he said , " No " ; 72 SELDEN'S TABLE - TALK .
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... asked him ; he said , " No " ; he tore him to pieces for a flatterer . At last he called the fox and asked him : " Truly he had got a cold and could not smell . " ― Wit . Wit must grow like fingers . If it be taken from others , ' tis ...
... asked him ; he said , " No " ; he tore him to pieces for a flatterer . At last he called the fox and asked him : " Truly he had got a cold and could not smell . " ― Wit . Wit must grow like fingers . If it be taken from others , ' tis ...
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Page 29 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 390 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be...
Page 56 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth: and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Page 392 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Page 56 - For Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are ; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Page 359 - Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of Errant Saints, whom all men grant To be the true Church Militant...
Page 287 - Time which antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things, hath yet spared these minor monuments. In vain we hope to be known by open and visible conservatories, when to be unknown was the means of their continuation, and obscurity their protection.
Page 391 - What matter where, if I be still the same And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater...
Page 271 - CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 36 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.