The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy, Poetry, the Drama, Travel, Adventure, Fiction, Etc, Volume 25Harry Thurston Peck, Frank R. Stockton, Julian Hawthorne American Literary Society, 1901 - Anthologies |
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Page 9086
... turned pale on his seat , but the countenance of Wallace was un- moved . As he was led forth I followed and saw the ... turning to the Norwegian , " Captain , " cried she , " I must reach the Tower this night ! " " Impossible ! " was the ...
... turned pale on his seat , but the countenance of Wallace was un- moved . As he was led forth I followed and saw the ... turning to the Norwegian , " Captain , " cried she , " I must reach the Tower this night ! " " Impossible ! " was the ...
Page 9089
... these dungeons ? I dared to think the Parent we both adore had sent you hither to be His harbinger of conso- lation ! " Recalled to self - possession by the kindness of these words , Helen turned her head on his bosom , JANE PORTER . 9089.
... these dungeons ? I dared to think the Parent we both adore had sent you hither to be His harbinger of conso- lation ! " Recalled to self - possession by the kindness of these words , Helen turned her head on his bosom , JANE PORTER . 9089.
Page 9090
... turned her head on his bosom , and in a burst of grateful tears , hardly articulated : " And will you not abhor me for this act of madness ? But I was not myself . And yet where should I live but at the feet of my benefactor ? " The ...
... turned her head on his bosom , and in a burst of grateful tears , hardly articulated : " And will you not abhor me for this act of madness ? But I was not myself . And yet where should I live but at the feet of my benefactor ? " The ...
Page 9091
... turned her eyes from him to a crucifix which stood on the table , and bow- ing her head on its pedestal , was lost in the devotion of raptur- ous gratitude . At this juncture , when , perhaps , the purest bliss that ever descended on ...
... turned her eyes from him to a crucifix which stood on the table , and bow- ing her head on its pedestal , was lost in the devotion of raptur- ous gratitude . At this juncture , when , perhaps , the purest bliss that ever descended on ...
Page 9092
... turned her tearful eyes upon him , with a beam of delight ; with such delight , the vestal con- signs herself to the cloister ; with such delight , the widowed mourner lays her head to rest on the tomb of him she loved . But with such ...
... turned her tearful eyes upon him , with a beam of delight ; with such delight , the vestal con- signs herself to the cloister ; with such delight , the widowed mourner lays her head to rest on the tomb of him she loved . But with such ...
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Common terms and phrases
abbot ANDROMACHE answer arms Bajazet baron better bless Bon Bec Bregenz brought Busk Capernaum Cicero Claire cried Dampier dear death Demosthenes door dream earth Elly eyes face fair father fear forgive FRANÇOIS RABELAIS Gargantua gave George give Gloucester gold Granada hand happy hazzan head heard heart Heaven Helen Herr Amtshauptmann honor Ipsden Jacky JEAN RACINE Jesuits Jesus Jupiter King knees lady laughed lived Lochaber looked Lord Ludovico Lumloch Lysimachus Maryland master mind Moorish Morgante mother never night noble o'er Orlando Ormazd passed passion PIMEN poor pray Provençal psaltery PYRRHUS queen replied Robinson round seemed servant sighed silence smile soon soul spirit stood tears tell thee things thou thought told took Tower Triplet troubadour Tsar turned voice Wallace wife Woffington woman words
Popular passages
Page 9078 - Two principles in human nature reign, Self-love to urge, and reason to restrain ; Nor this a good, nor that a bad we call ; Each works its end, to move or govern all ; And to their proper operation still Ascribe all good, to their improper — ill.
Page 9068 - Of all the Causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is Pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Page 9069 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all. Thus when we view some well-proportion'd dome, (The world's just wonder, and ev'n thine, O Rome!) No single parts unequally surprise, All comes united to th' admiring eyes; No monstrous height, or breadth or length appear; The whole at once is bold and regular.
Page 9149 - Afar in the desert I love to ride. With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side...
Page 9071 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense...
Page 9263 - Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good : If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction : If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Page 9076 - A thousand wings, by turns, blow back the hair; And thrice they twitched the diamond in her ear: Thrice she looked back, and thrice the foe drew near. Just in that instant, anxious Ariel .sought The close recesses of the Virgin's thought: As, on the nosegay in her breast reclined, He watched th...
Page 9070 - Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Tho...
Page 9168 - I love (oh ! how I love) to ride On the fierce foaming bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the great Sea more and more...
Page 9075 - He springs to vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate Ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky; The walls, the woods, and long canals reply. Oh thoughtless mortals! ever blind to fate, Too soon dejected, and too soon elate.