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, 20권Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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... Tell what thou art , and whence , for well I see Thou canst not dure , with sorrow thus attaint . " And with that word of Sorrow , all forfaint , She looked up , and , prostrate as she lay , With piteous sound , lo ! thus she ' gan to ...
... Tell what thou art , and whence , for well I see Thou canst not dure , with sorrow thus attaint . " And with that word of Sorrow , all forfaint , She looked up , and , prostrate as she lay , With piteous sound , lo ! thus she ' gan to ...
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... tell Her wretchedness , and , cursing , never stent To sob and sigh , but ever thus lament With thoughtful care ; as she that , all in vain , Would wear and waste continually in pain . Her eyes unsteadfast , rolling here and there ...
... tell Her wretchedness , and , cursing , never stent To sob and sigh , but ever thus lament With thoughtful care ; as she that , all in vain , Would wear and waste continually in pain . Her eyes unsteadfast , rolling here and there ...
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... tell his doleful tale , And thrice the sighs did swallow up his voice ; At each of which he shrieked so withal , As though the heavens rived with the noise ; Till the last , recovering his voice , Suppressing the tears that all his ...
... tell his doleful tale , And thrice the sighs did swallow up his voice ; At each of which he shrieked so withal , As though the heavens rived with the noise ; Till the last , recovering his voice , Suppressing the tears that all his ...
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... tell Harder grief ; My seven sons , In southern land , With them my husband Fell on the warfield . " My father and mother , My brothers four , The wind beset them On the billows ; The strong seas broke The planks asunder . " Myself I ...
... tell Harder grief ; My seven sons , In southern land , With them my husband Fell on the warfield . " My father and mother , My brothers four , The wind beset them On the billows ; The strong seas broke The planks asunder . " Myself I ...
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... tell , And quit thy bower at Snevafell . Hie thee forth , my lady fair ! The grave is open ! Helgi's there ! Hasten , if with eager grasp It listeth thee thy lord to clasp . Go , stanch the blood at his behest , Welling from his wounded ...
... tell , And quit thy bower at Snevafell . Hie thee forth , my lady fair ! The grave is open ! Helgi's there ! Hasten , if with eager grasp It listeth thee thy lord to clasp . Go , stanch the blood at his behest , Welling from his wounded ...
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428 페이지 - 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!
478 페이지 - 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.
398 페이지 - 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.
343 페이지 - 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...
471 페이지 - 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.
476 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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...
401 페이지 - 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...
350 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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.