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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... Cries the stall reader , " Bless us ! what a word on A title - page is this ! " and some in file . Stand spelling false , while one might walk to Mile- End Green . Why , is it harder , sirs , than Gordon , Colkitto , or Macdonnel , or ...
... Cries the stall reader , " Bless us ! what a word on A title - page is this ! " and some in file . Stand spelling false , while one might walk to Mile- End Green . Why , is it harder , sirs , than Gordon , Colkitto , or Macdonnel , or ...
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... cries the widow , ' tis the wrong man ' pon the right horse ! ' 6 Pardon , mistress , ' says I , the man is well enow , but ' pon the wrong horse , for sure . " " 6 6 Now and then , as we went , I would dismount and lead Molly by the ...
... cries the widow , ' tis the wrong man ' pon the right horse ! ' 6 Pardon , mistress , ' says I , the man is well enow , but ' pon the wrong horse , for sure . " " 6 6 Now and then , as we went , I would dismount and lead Molly by the ...
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... cries the big man , as we drew up . " Recruits , if it please you , sir , " said I , dismounting and pulling off my hat , tho ' his insolent tone offended me . " S'lid ! The boy speaks as if he were a regiment , " growls he , half aloud ...
... cries the big man , as we drew up . " Recruits , if it please you , sir , " said I , dismounting and pulling off my hat , tho ' his insolent tone offended me . " S'lid ! The boy speaks as if he were a regiment , " growls he , half aloud ...
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... cried I. " Even so , sir . My lord , " he went on , still holding my hand and turning to his companion , " let me present to you the gentleman that in January sav'd your house of Bocconnoc from burning at the hands of the rebels - whom ...
... cried I. " Even so , sir . My lord , " he went on , still holding my hand and turning to his companion , " let me present to you the gentleman that in January sav'd your house of Bocconnoc from burning at the hands of the rebels - whom ...
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... cries . Three of the rebel regiments had been flung on us and by sheer weight bore us before them . At the same time the sharpshooters pour'd in a volley : and I began to see how a man may go through a battle , and be beat , without ...
... cries . Three of the rebel regiments had been flung on us and by sheer weight bore us before them . At the same time the sharpshooters pour'd in a volley : and I began to see how a man may go through a battle , and be beat , without ...
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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.