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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admiration Alceste Alfred de Musset ancient Aryan beautiful better brooklet Cæsar Camille Cathos century charm Cléante comedy dancing dear death Dutch Republic EDUARD MÖRIKE England English eyes fables father feel flowers folk-lore France friends give Greek Hallblithe hand Harpagon heart Heaven HENRI MURGER honor human John Lothrop Motley King lady land Le Misanthrope light literary literature living look Madame Madelon Marcel Mascarille matter Max Müller mediæval mind Molière Montesquieu Morris Motley mountain Müller Musset nation nature never night once Orgon Oronte Paris passion Perdican person play Plutarch poem poet political Rick Pearson Rodolphe Roman seems singing song soul speak spirit story sweet Tartuffe tell thee THEODOR MOMMSEN thine things thou thought tion translation verses whole WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind woman wonderful words young
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Seite 10286 - rj-Ms the last rose of summer, | Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred. No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed. Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Seite 10285 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Seite 10281 - OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Seite 10219 - There is a set of old women who make it their business to perform the operation every autumn, in the month of September, when the great heat is abated. People send to one another to know if any of their family...
Seite 10286 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Seite 10284 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth. Sweeter 'tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises ; Few its looks, but every one, Like unexpected light, surprises...
Seite 10283 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will. And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Seite 10288 - O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes ; — That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord ! are Thine. When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Seite 10252 - Should a popular insurrection happen in one of the confederate states, the others are able to quell it. 1 Spirit of Laws, vol. i., book ix., chap. i. — PUBLIUS. . Should abuses creep into one part, they are reformed by those that remain sound.
Seite 10342 - Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day.