Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner R.S. Peale and J.A. Hill, 1896 |
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... fear the figurative crow I eat , accursed be thou and all thy kin ! Thee will I show up - yea , up will I show Thy too thick buckwheats , and thy tea too thin . Ay ! here I dare thee , ready for the fray : Thou dost not " keep a first ...
... fear the figurative crow I eat , accursed be thou and all thy kin ! Thee will I show up - yea , up will I show Thy too thick buckwheats , and thy tea too thin . Ay ! here I dare thee , ready for the fray : Thou dost not " keep a first ...
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... fear in this matter ; prepare thyself to die ; for I swear by my infernal den , that thou shalt go no further ; here will I spill thy soul . And with that he threw a flaming dart at his breast , but Christian had a shield in his hand ...
... fear in this matter ; prepare thyself to die ; for I swear by my infernal den , that thou shalt go no further ; here will I spill thy soul . And with that he threw a flaming dart at his breast , but Christian had a shield in his hand ...
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... fear , be sober and hope to the end . Then she said to Mr. Feeble - mind , Thou wast delivered from the mouth of Giant Slay - good , that thou mightest live in the light of the living for ever , and see thy King with comfort . Only I ...
... fear , be sober and hope to the end . Then she said to Mr. Feeble - mind , Thou wast delivered from the mouth of Giant Slay - good , that thou mightest live in the light of the living for ever , and see thy King with comfort . Only I ...
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... fears be by no man ever received from the day of our departure for ever , for I know that after my death they will offer themselves to others . For to be plain with you , they are ghosts , the which we entertained when we first began to ...
... fears be by no man ever received from the day of our departure for ever , for I know that after my death they will offer themselves to others . For to be plain with you , they are ghosts , the which we entertained when we first began to ...
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... fear ? -The moon shines clear ! - Fleet goes my barb - keep hold ! Fear'st thou ? " - " O no ! " she faintly said ; " But why so stern and cold ? " What yonder rings , what yonder sings ? Why shrieks the owlet gray ? » . " ' Tis death ...
... fear ? -The moon shines clear ! - Fleet goes my barb - keep hold ! Fear'st thou ? " - " O no ! " she faintly said ; " But why so stern and cold ? " What yonder rings , what yonder sings ? Why shrieks the owlet gray ? » . " ' Tis death ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Apollyon Arcady Ariovistus beauty bird Bürger Burke Byron Cæsar Calderon called Callimachus charm child Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Christian Clotaldo Colossus cried dark daughter death dream earth enemy English eyes father fear feeling fell Fernan Caballero fire Gaul genius hand hast hath head heard heart heaven Henry Cuyler Bunner honor hope hour Hudibras Hyder Ali Jean Ingelow Jools Jules Julius Cæsar Justina King literary literature little seamstress living look Lord Lord Byron Lord Macartney mind mother mountains nature never night o'er passed person Pilgrim's Progress play poet political Posson Jone Robert Burns Roman Samian wine scenes Sequani slaves sleep smile song soul spirit St.-Ange stand stood story Streatham sweet tell thee thine things thou thought tion truth voice wild words write young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 2951 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
Página 2946 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Página 2931 - Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
Página 2847 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 2844 - An" each for other's weelfare kindly spiers : The social hours, swift-winged, unnoticed fleet ; Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears : The parents, partial, eye their hopeful years ; Anticipation forward points the view. The mother, wi' her needle an' her shears, Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new ; The father mixes a' wi
Página 2856 - Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Página 2854 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 2855 - Low i' the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starred! Unskillful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Página 2848 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ; " And certes, in fair Virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp? a cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind, Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined.
Página 2845 - And sage experience bids me this declare — " If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
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Animal Conventions in English Renaissance Non-religious Prose, 1550-1600 William Meredith Carroll Visualização de excertos - 1954 |
Animal Conventions in English Renaissance Non-religious Prose, 1550-1600 William Meredith Carroll Visualização de excertos - 1954 |