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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... wave ; So came these words and went ; the while in tears She touched her fair large forehead to the ground , Just where her falling hair might be outspread A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet . One moon , with alteration slow , had ...
... wave ; So came these words and went ; the while in tears She touched her fair large forehead to the ground , Just where her falling hair might be outspread A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet . One moon , with alteration slow , had ...
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... wave to the foamy crest of another , without wetting more than the sole of her sandal . She had grown up in a very wild way , and talked much about the rights of women , and loved hunting and war far better than her needle . But , in my ...
... wave to the foamy crest of another , without wetting more than the sole of her sandal . She had grown up in a very wild way , and talked much about the rights of women , and loved hunting and war far better than her needle . But , in my ...
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... wave with its marvelous lips , and rose again as buoyant as a swan . The rowers plied their fifty oars ; the white foam boiled up before the prow ; the water gurgled and bubbled in their wake ; while Orpheus continued to play so lively ...
... wave with its marvelous lips , and rose again as buoyant as a swan . The rowers plied their fifty oars ; the white foam boiled up before the prow ; the water gurgled and bubbled in their wake ; while Orpheus continued to play so lively ...
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... wave his crimson sword over his head , and give a shout of exultation , crying , " Victory ! Victory ! Immortal fame ! " when he him- self fell down , and lay quietly among his slain brethren . And there was the end of the army that had ...
... wave his crimson sword over his head , and give a shout of exultation , crying , " Victory ! Victory ! Immortal fame ! " when he him- self fell down , and lay quietly among his slain brethren . And there was the end of the army that had ...
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... wave - beat cliff , and in her death was she united to her children twain . Can there be any deed of horror left to follow this ? Woe for the wooing of women fraught with disaster ! What sorrows hast thou caused for men ere now ...
... wave - beat cliff , and in her death was she united to her children twain . Can there be any deed of horror left to follow this ? Woe for the wooing of women fraught with disaster ! What sorrows hast thou caused for men ere now ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Alcinous Andromache Aphrodite Appius arms Athene ballad beautiful behold beneath brave brazen bulls breast breath Calypso cave Circe Colchis Cyclops daughter dear death deep divine dreadful earth Eurylochus eyes fair father fear fell fire friends gifts goddess gods Golden Fleece goodly Odysseus Greece Greek hand hath head heart heaven Hector Helen heroes hither Homer honor Iliad Jason Jove king land Laodamas lictors looked lord maiden Medea Menelaus mighty mortal mother Nausicaa Nestor never noble o'er Odysseus palace Patroclus Peleus Pelias Penelope Phæacians plain poems poet Poseidon Priam prince Roman Rome round sacred shalt ship shore smile sorrow soul spake stood stranger sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne translation tree Trojan Troy Ulysses unto voice wave wild wind wine wise woman words young youth Zeus
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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.