Studies in English Literature: Being Typical Selections of British and American Authorship, from Shakespeare to the Present Time, Together with Definitions, Notes, Analyses, and Glossary as an Aid to Systematic Literary Study, for Use in High and Normal Schools, Academies, Seminaries, &c |
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... hope to find music so Miltonic , an intona- tion of such solemn chords as are struck in the following opening bar of a passage in the Urn - Burial : Now since these bones have rested quietly in the grave , under the drums and tramplings ...
... hope to find music so Miltonic , an intona- tion of such solemn chords as are struck in the following opening bar of a passage in the Urn - Burial : Now since these bones have rested quietly in the grave , under the drums and tramplings ...
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... hope for mercy , rendering none ? Shylock . What judgment shall I dread , doing no wrong ? * * * The pound of flesh , which I demand of him , Is dearly bought ; ' tis mine and I will have it . If you deny me , fie upon your law ! There ...
... hope for mercy , rendering none ? Shylock . What judgment shall I dread , doing no wrong ? * * * The pound of flesh , which I demand of him , Is dearly bought ; ' tis mine and I will have it . If you deny me , fie upon your law ! There ...
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... hope of his re- covery , upon a kind message that was sent him from the widow lady whom he had made love to the forty last years of his life ; 35 20. Honored Sir , etc. Notice the ad- | 34 , 35. widow lady , etc. A hint of a mirable art ...
... hope of his re- covery , upon a kind message that was sent him from the widow lady whom he had made love to the forty last years of his life ; 35 20. Honored Sir , etc. Notice the ad- | 34 , 35. widow lady , etc. A hint of a mirable art ...
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... Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar ; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore . What future bliss , he gives not thee to know , But gives that hope to be thy blessing now . Hope springs eternal in the human breast ; Man ...
... Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar ; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore . What future bliss , he gives not thee to know , But gives that hope to be thy blessing now . Hope springs eternal in the human breast ; Man ...
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... hope has given , Behind the cloud - topt hill , an humbler heaven ; Some safer world in depth of woods embraced , Some happier island in the watery waste , Where slaves once more their native land behold , No fiends torment , no ...
... hope has given , Behind the cloud - topt hill , an humbler heaven ; Some safer world in depth of woods embraced , Some happier island in the watery waste , Where slaves once more their native land behold , No fiends torment , no ...
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Page 10 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him ' O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Page 292 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 300 - The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, . Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 346 - Liberty first and Union afterwards ; but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, Liberty and Union, Now and Forever, One and Inseparable.
Page 297 - The years to bring the inevitable yoke. Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! IX.
Page 199 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 413 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Page 71 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks. Methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Page 202 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 293 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...