The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy, Poetry, the Drama, Travel, Adventure, Fiction, Etc, Volume 20American Literary Society, 1901 - Anthologies |
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Page 7242
... feet of their chil- dren . Down sank the great red sun , and in golden , glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face , like the Prophet descending from Sinai . Sweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus sounded . Meanwhile ...
... feet of their chil- dren . Down sank the great red sun , and in golden , glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face , like the Prophet descending from Sinai . Sweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus sounded . Meanwhile ...
Page 7246
... feet , where theirs have completed their jour- ney ! Still stands the forest primeval ; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race , with other customs and language . Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic ...
... feet , where theirs have completed their jour- ney ! Still stands the forest primeval ; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race , with other customs and language . Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic ...
Page 7258
... feet of the swarthy Lascar , As he lies alone and asleep on the turf . And the trembling maiden held her breath At the tales of that awful , pitiless sea , With all its terror and mystery , The dim , dark sea , so like unto Death , That ...
... feet of the swarthy Lascar , As he lies alone and asleep on the turf . And the trembling maiden held her breath At the tales of that awful , pitiless sea , With all its terror and mystery , The dim , dark sea , so like unto Death , That ...
Page 7268
... feet the city slumbered . From its chimneys , here and there , Wreaths of snow - white smoke , ascending , vanished , ghost - like , into air . Not a sound rose from the city at that early morning hour , But I heard a heart of iron ...
... feet the city slumbered . From its chimneys , here and there , Wreaths of snow - white smoke , ascending , vanished , ghost - like , into air . Not a sound rose from the city at that early morning hour , But I heard a heart of iron ...
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... feet . Yves and I look at each other , with a longing to laugh . - - - An old lady enters , two old ladies , three old ladies emerging from the doorway , one after another , with jerking and mechanical salutations , which we return as ...
... feet . Yves and I look at each other , with a longing to laugh . - - - An old lady enters , two old ladies , three old ladies emerging from the doorway , one after another , with jerking and mechanical salutations , which we return as ...
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Page 7308 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 7267 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 7262 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command. Waved his hand; And at the word. Loud and sudden there was heard. All around them and below; The sound of hammers, blow on blow; Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the oceans arms!
Page 7478 - And from the ghastly entrance Where those bold Romans stood, All shrank, like boys who unaware, Ranging the woods to start a hare, Come to the mouth of the dark lair Where, growling low, a fierce old bear Lies amidst bones and blood. Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack ; But those behind cried " Forward ! " And those before cried
Page 7266 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe, — "Forever — never! Never — forever!
Page 7267 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 7263 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes are all with thee...
Page 7267 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 7481 - And now he feels the bottom, Now on dry earth he stands ; Now round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands ; And now, with shouts and clapping And noise of weeping loud, He enters through the River-Gate, Borne by the joyous crowd.
Page 7248 - Bright in her father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall, Loud sang the minstrels all, Chanting his glory; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand, Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story.