The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Band 2Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, Limited, 1899 |
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... rest - Mommsen's Roman History , and Histories of Medieval Athens , and of Rome , by Gregorovius . Both are written with far more finish of style than is usual in Germany , and both are monuments of great and accurate learning . In ...
... rest - Mommsen's Roman History , and Histories of Medieval Athens , and of Rome , by Gregorovius . Both are written with far more finish of style than is usual in Germany , and both are monuments of great and accurate learning . In ...
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... rest . A stream went voiceless by , still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad ' mid her reeds Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips . Along the margin sand large footmarks went , No further ...
... rest . A stream went voiceless by , still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad ' mid her reeds Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips . Along the margin sand large footmarks went , No further ...
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... rest divine upon exalted couch And slumber in the arms of melody , He paced away the pleasant hours of ease With stride colossal , on from hall to hall ; While far within each aisle and deep recess , His winged minions in close clusters ...
... rest divine upon exalted couch And slumber in the arms of melody , He paced away the pleasant hours of ease With stride colossal , on from hall to hall ; While far within each aisle and deep recess , His winged minions in close clusters ...
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... rest . “ Cut me off ! " said the branch , as soon as it could speak distinctly , " cut me off ! cut me off ! and carve me into a figurehead for your galley . " Accordingly , Jason took the branch at its word , and lopped it off the tree ...
... rest . “ Cut me off ! " said the branch , as soon as it could speak distinctly , " cut me off ! cut me off ! and carve me into a figurehead for your galley . " Accordingly , Jason took the branch at its word , and lopped it off the tree ...
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... rest until it was completed and set up where a figurehead has always stood , from that time to this , in the vessel's prow . " And now , " cried he , as he stood gazing at the calm , majestic face of the statue , " I must go to the ...
... rest until it was completed and set up where a figurehead has always stood , from that time to this , in the vessel's prow . " And now , " cried he , as he stood gazing at the calm , majestic face of the statue , " I must go to the ...
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Seite 193 - Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead. force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Seite 179 - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapor slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm; and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow-ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
Seite 149 - So many flames before proud Ilion blaze, And lighten glimmering Xanthus with their rays; The long reflections of the distant fires Gleam on the walls, and tremble on the spires. A thousand piles the dusky horrors gild, And shoot a shady lustre o'er the field; Full fifty guards each flaming pile attend, Whose umbered arms by fits thick flashes send; Loud neigh the coursers o'er their heaps of corn, And ardent warriors wait the rising morn.
Seite 182 - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncall'd for) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Seite 26 - That scar'd away the meek ethereal Hours And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared, From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, Through bowers of fragrant and enwreathed light, And diamond-paved lustrous long arcades, Until he reach'd the great main cupola; There standing fierce beneath, he stampt his foot, And from the basements deep to the high towers Jarr'd his own golden region...
Seite 180 - Oenone, wandering forlorn Of Paris, once her playmate on the hills. Her cheek had lost the rose, and round her neck Floated her hair or seemed to float in rest.
Seite 193 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows...
Seite 159 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Seite 228 - So gladly, from the songs of modern speech Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers ; And through the music of the languid hours, They hear like ocean on a western beach The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.
Seite 193 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander. What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.