The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, 20±ÇAvil Printing Company, 1903 |
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... sword he had , That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued ; And in his left ( that kings and kingdoms rued ) Famine and fire he held , and therewithal He razed towns , and threw down towers and all . Cities he sacked , and realms ...
... sword he had , That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued ; And in his left ( that kings and kingdoms rued ) Famine and fire he held , and therewithal He razed towns , and threw down towers and all . Cities he sacked , and realms ...
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... sword of Ali should remain in its scabbard , or the tongue of Sadi be silent in his mouth . " " What is the tongue in the mouth of mortals ? say ' Tis but the key that opens wisdom's door ; While that is closed , who may conjecture ...
... sword of Ali should remain in its scabbard , or the tongue of Sadi be silent in his mouth . " " What is the tongue in the mouth of mortals ? say ' Tis but the key that opens wisdom's door ; While that is closed , who may conjecture ...
30 ÆäÀÌÁö
... sword . Then on her bed Sank Gudhrun backward , Her hair was loosened , Her cheek grew red , A drop of rain Fell on her knee . Then Gudhrun wept , Giuki's daughter , So that tear streams Flowed to the ground And from the courtyard ...
... sword . Then on her bed Sank Gudhrun backward , Her hair was loosened , Her cheek grew red , A drop of rain Fell on her knee . Then Gudhrun wept , Giuki's daughter , So that tear streams Flowed to the ground And from the courtyard ...
34 ÆäÀÌÁö
... SWORD OF SIGMUND , SON OF VOLSung . There was a king called Siggier who ruled over Goth- land — a mighty king , and of many folk . He went to meet Volsung the king , and prayed for Signy , his daughter , to wife ; and the king took his ...
... SWORD OF SIGMUND , SON OF VOLSung . There was a king called Siggier who ruled over Goth- land — a mighty king , and of many folk . He went to meet Volsung the king , and prayed for Signy , his daughter , to wife ; and the king took his ...
35 ÆäÀÌÁö
... sword in his hand as he went up to the Bran- stock , and a slouched hat upon his head . Huge he was , and seeming ancient , and one - eyed . So he drew his sword and smote it into the tree - trunk , so that it sank in up to the hilts ...
... sword in his hand as he went up to the Bran- stock , and a slouched hat upon his head . Huge he was , and seeming ancient , and one - eyed . So he drew his sword and smote it into the tree - trunk , so that it sank in up to the hilts ...
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426 ÆäÀÌÁö - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
476 ÆäÀÌÁö - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
396 ÆäÀÌÁö - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
341 ÆäÀÌÁö - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...
469 ÆäÀÌÁö - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
474 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
362 ÆäÀÌÁö - And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward...
400 ÆäÀÌÁö - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
348 ÆäÀÌÁö - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
400 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.