Readings from the best authors, ed. by A.H. Bryce, Issue 10Archibald Hamilton Bryce 1862 |
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... sleep two chiefs of the great house of Howard , -Thomas , fourth Duke of Norfolk , and Philip , eleventh Earl of Arundel . Here and there , among the thick graves of unquiet and aspiring statesmen , lie more delicate sufferers ...
... sleep two chiefs of the great house of Howard , -Thomas , fourth Duke of Norfolk , and Philip , eleventh Earl of Arundel . Here and there , among the thick graves of unquiet and aspiring statesmen , lie more delicate sufferers ...
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... sleep - several figures moving to and fro in the light , and one figure upon its knees who else could it be but her father ! Unnoticed he became one of the pale - faced company - and there he be- held her on her bed , mute and ...
... sleep - several figures moving to and fro in the light , and one figure upon its knees who else could it be but her father ! Unnoticed he became one of the pale - faced company - and there he be- held her on her bed , mute and ...
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... sleep had fallen upon her , and her fever in its blessed balm might abate - then with groans , too affecting to be borne by those who heard them , he would ask why , since she was dead , God had the cruelty to keep him , her husband ...
... sleep had fallen upon her , and her fever in its blessed balm might abate - then with groans , too affecting to be borne by those who heard them , he would ask why , since she was dead , God had the cruelty to keep him , her husband ...
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... sleep , -the sleep of exhaustion and rest , though not of complete release from a pervading consciousness of affliction . Sleep , good Little Dorrit . Sleep through the night ! It was a moonlight night ; but the moon rose late , being ...
... sleep , -the sleep of exhaustion and rest , though not of complete release from a pervading consciousness of affliction . Sleep , good Little Dorrit . Sleep through the night ! It was a moonlight night ; but the moon rose late , being ...
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... sleep asunder , And rouse him , like a rattling peal of thunder ! Hark ! hark ! -the horrid sound Has raised up his head , As awaked from the dead ; And amazed he stares around ! Revenge ! revenge ! Timotheus cries -- See the Furies ...
... sleep asunder , And rouse him , like a rattling peal of thunder ! Hark ! hark ! -the horrid sound Has raised up his head , As awaked from the dead ; And amazed he stares around ! Revenge ! revenge ! Timotheus cries -- See the Furies ...
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Page 297 - Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Page 281 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 85 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 252 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 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 281 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew...
Page 166 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Page 201 - 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 238 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Page 296 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy, But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Page 237 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...