Cassell's illustrated readings, Volum 2;Volum 671875 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 40.
Pàgina 10
... Returned him not a single word , But to the house went in ; Whence straight he came with hat and wig , A wig that flowed behind , A hat not much the worse for wear , Each comely in its kind . He held them up , and in his turn Thus ...
... Returned him not a single word , But to the house went in ; Whence straight he came with hat and wig , A wig that flowed behind , A hat not much the worse for wear , Each comely in its kind . He held them up , and in his turn Thus ...
Pàgina 11
... Returning to Rome , Arria met the wife of Scribonianus in the emperor's palace , who press- ing her to discover all that she knew of the insurrection , " What ! " said she , " shall I regard thy advice , who saw thy husband murdered in ...
... Returning to Rome , Arria met the wife of Scribonianus in the emperor's palace , who press- ing her to discover all that she knew of the insurrection , " What ! " said she , " shall I regard thy advice , who saw thy husband murdered in ...
Pàgina 20
... returning with effect , had at length laid down their arms by the order of their officer , when he saw that the road in his rear was occu- pied , and that protracted resistance would be only wasting the lives of his brave followers . By ...
... returning with effect , had at length laid down their arms by the order of their officer , when he saw that the road in his rear was occu- pied , and that protracted resistance would be only wasting the lives of his brave followers . By ...
Pàgina 38
... returning my thanks for tender- ing me the use of their wires at the customary rates . And finally , to all those kind friends who have , by good deeds or encouraging words , as- sisted me in my labours upon this story of " Lucretia ...
... returning my thanks for tender- ing me the use of their wires at the customary rates . And finally , to all those kind friends who have , by good deeds or encouraging words , as- sisted me in my labours upon this story of " Lucretia ...
Pàgina 39
... returned to her sinking heart . Letters to the other girls sometimes contained brief mention of him , and presented always the same picture of him - a morose , unsmiling , desperate man , always in the thickest of the fight , begrimed ...
... returned to her sinking heart . Letters to the other girls sometimes contained brief mention of him , and presented always the same picture of him - a morose , unsmiling , desperate man , always in the thickest of the fight , begrimed ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
arms Asem beautiful beneath bird Blankton Weir busk Carbuncle close cried dark dead dear death deep Deerslayer Dominicus door dream dromedary duckling earth eyes face father fear feel fell felt fire friends gaze Giaour grave hand happy hath Hawk-eye head heard heart heaven hour James Fordyce Kimballton kind permission King knew Lady Eleanore laugh light lips live look Lycidas Medbourne Michael Arm Michael Armstrong morning NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE Nervii never night NUT-BROWN MAID o'er once passed Peter poor Province House rose round seemed seen side Silistria smile soon soul sound stood sweet tears tell thee thou thought Tin Soldier Tree turned Twas uncle Toby uncle Toby's voice watch whole wife wild wind wood word young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 22 - 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...
Pàgina 23 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet; Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation ; And the...
Pàgina 67 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Pàgina 320 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise ! No more ;—where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Pàgina 24 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage.
Pàgina 68 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Pàgina 73 - And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe. When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Pàgina 176 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Pàgina 154 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Pàgina 156 - thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm...