The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and Critical Essays by Many Eminent Writers, Volumen11Richard Garnett Standard, 1899 - 9822 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
American arms Austerfield Bawtry beautiful began born Britain British Brownist called canon child Christel church colonies connection constitution Consuelo Cotton Mather cried critique Deliverance door earth Emile Zola endeavors England ESAIAS TEGNER eyes face father fear feel Fritz GEORGE BANCROFT give Goethe hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Herr Amtshauptmann Hildegarde Hill honor horse Indian Joseph Jules Lemaître king Kobus lady land leave looked Lord Lord Culloden Lothair matter means ment Mephistopheles Miller mind morning mother nature never night Orso passed PAUL BOURGET peace Penelope prisoner Puritan replied ROBERT MATTESON JOHNSTON round Sainte-Beuve Scrooby seemed side smile soul spirit Stendhal Suzel tell thee things thou thought tion took truth turned verger voice whole wine witch words young
Pasajes populares
Página 5069 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Página 4916 - Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Página 4899 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there ! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light, Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land...
Página 5045 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 5290 - will not break the bruised reed, nor quench the smoking flax...
Página 5045 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 5096 - I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high ; Will you rest upon my little bed ?" said the Spider to the Fly. " There are pretty curtains drawn around ; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in...
Página 4917 - Gentlemen may cry peace, peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish?
Página 5096 - Oh, no, no," said the little Fly, " kind sir, that cannot be ; I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see !
Página 5095 - WILL you walk into my parlor ? " Said the Spider to the Fly ; " "Tis the prettiest little parlor That ever you did spy. " The way into my parlor Is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things To show when you are there." " Oh no, no," said the little Fly, " To ask me is in vain ; For who goes up your winding stair Can ne'er come down again." "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, With soaring up so high ; Will you rest upon my little bed ?