Library of the World's Best Literature: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne R. S. Peale and J. A. Hill, 1897 - Anthologies |
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Page 9624
... Rose ( Walter Pater ) eliminates religious belief as a serious verity , but retains it as an artistic finish and decorative element in life . Dr. Jenkinson ( Professor Jowett ) in a sermon which he might have preached in Balliol Chapel ...
... Rose ( Walter Pater ) eliminates religious belief as a serious verity , but retains it as an artistic finish and decorative element in life . Dr. Jenkinson ( Professor Jowett ) in a sermon which he might have preached in Balliol Chapel ...
Page 9626
... roses . Behind , the eye rested on great tree trunks and glades of rich foliage ; and before , it would pass over turf and flowers , till it reached the sea be- yond , on which in another hour the faint silver of the moonlight would ...
... roses . Behind , the eye rested on great tree trunks and glades of rich foliage ; and before , it would pass over turf and flowers , till it reached the sea be- yond , on which in another hour the faint silver of the moonlight would ...
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... Rose , " I have at this moment a series of essays in the press , which would go far towards answering these ... Rose's soft lulling tone harmonized well with the scene and hour , and the whole party seemed willing to listen to him ; or ...
... Rose , " I have at this moment a series of essays in the press , which would go far towards answering these ... Rose's soft lulling tone harmonized well with the scene and hour , and the whole party seemed willing to listen to him ; or ...
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... Rose , only overhearing the tone in which these words were said , " that one may ever and again catch some touch of sunlight that will for a moment make the meanest object beautiful with its furtive alchemy . But that is Nature's work ...
... Rose , only overhearing the tone in which these words were said , " that one may ever and again catch some touch of sunlight that will for a moment make the meanest object beautiful with its furtive alchemy . But that is Nature's work ...
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... Rose , raising his voice a little , to Athens and to Italy ; to the Italy of Leo and to the Athens of Pericles . To ... Rose , toying tenderly with an exquisite wine - glass of Salviati's , " who with a steady and set purpose follow art ...
... Rose , raising his voice a little , to Athens and to Italy ; to the Italy of Leo and to the Athens of Pericles . To ... Rose , toying tenderly with an exquisite wine - glass of Salviati's , " who with a steady and set purpose follow art ...
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Alceste beauty Cæsar charm child church Cléante cried dear death divine earth eyes fair faith father feel Frédéric Mistral George Meredith girl give Guenever hand happy hath head heard heart heaven holy honor human John Stuart Mill King Arthur Lady Ambrose Lady Grace light literature live look Lord Louis XIV Madame de Piennes marvelous Mascarille matter Milton mind Molière morning nature never night noble once Orgon Oronte passed passion poems poet poetry poor pray Prester John Prosper Mérimée romance Rose seemed side smile song soul speak spirit story sweet sword Tamburlaine Tartuffe tell thee Theodor Mommsen things thou thought Three Mile Cross tion took truth turned unto Vignette voice whole wife wish woman words XAVIER DE MAISTRE young youth
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Page 10060 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 10051 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 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.
Page 9832 - And he came down with them, and stood in the plain, and the company of his disciples, and a great multitude of people out of all Judea and Jerusalem, and from the seacoast of Tyre and Sidon, which came to hear him, and to be healed of their diseases; 18 And they that were vexed with unclean spirits: and they were healed.
Page 10057 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 10047 - 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.
Page 10060 - Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 10066 - He walked with, to support uneasy steps Over the burning marie, not like those steps On Heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
Page 10064 - 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 it so, since He Who now is sovran can dispose and bid What shall be right : farthest from Him is best, Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme Above his equals.
Page 10057 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 10053 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues.