The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, 23 tomasRichard Garnett 1899 |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 1–5 iš 23
262 psl.
... BUG . BY EDGAR ALLAN POE . MANY years ago I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William He was of an ancient Huguenot family , and had once Legrand . been wealthy ; but a series of misfortunes had reduced 262 THE GOLD BUG .
... BUG . BY EDGAR ALLAN POE . MANY years ago I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William He was of an ancient Huguenot family , and had once Legrand . been wealthy ; but a series of misfortunes had reduced 262 THE GOLD BUG .
263 psl.
... Legrand had built himself a small hut , which he occupied when I first , by mere accident , made his acquaintance . This soon ripened into friendship for there was much in the recluse to excite inter- est and esteem . I found him well ...
... Legrand had built himself a small hut , which he occupied when I first , by mere accident , made his acquaintance . This soon ripened into friendship for there was much in the recluse to excite inter- est and esteem . I found him well ...
264 psl.
... Legrand was in one of his fits how else shall I term them ? - of enthusiasm . He had found an unknown bivalve , forming a new genus , and , more than this , he had hunted down and secured , with Jupiter's assist- ance , a scarabaeus ...
... Legrand was in one of his fits how else shall I term them ? - of enthusiasm . He had found an unknown bivalve , forming a new genus , and , more than this , he had hunted down and secured , with Jupiter's assist- ance , a scarabaeus ...
265 psl.
... Legrand , somewhat more earnestly , it seemed to me , than the case demanded , " is that any reason for your letting the birds burn ? The color " here he turned to me " is really almost enough to warrant Jupiter's idea . You never saw a ...
... Legrand , somewhat more earnestly , it seemed to me , than the case demanded , " is that any reason for your letting the birds burn ? The color " here he turned to me " is really almost enough to warrant Jupiter's idea . You never saw a ...
266 psl.
... Legrand , who seemed to be getting unaccountably warm upon the subject ; " I am sure you must see the antennæ . I made them as distinct as they are in the original insect , and I presume that is sufficient . " " Well , well , " I said ...
... Legrand , who seemed to be getting unaccountably warm upon the subject ; " I am sure you must see the antennæ . I made them as distinct as they are in the original insect , and I presume that is sufficient . " " Well , well , " I said ...
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with ..., 11 tomas Richard Garnett Visos knygos peržiūra - 1899 |
The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with ..., 12 tomas Richard Garnett Visos knygos peržiūra - 1899 |
The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with ..., 27 tomas Richard Garnett Visos knygos peržiūra - 1899 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
ain't Akbar Khan Alfred de Musset appeared Artevelde beautiful better blood called captain cried dark dead dear death den Bosch door eyes father feel fire gentleman give Gluck Grutt hair hand head hear heard heart Heidegger honor horse human Ingoldsby Legends Injuns Jackdaw James Grayling Jupiter lady Larry Larry Sweeney Legrand live look ma'am Macnab massa master Medbourne mind moral Musset Nathan nature never Nicholas Nickleby night once Peter Magnus Pickwick poor Ready replied RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM river Lee Rory round savages Seagrave seemed side Smike smile soon soul Sparkman spirit Squeers stick stood sure tell thar's thee there's thing thou thought tion Titmouse tree truth turned voice walked Weller William WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED woman women word young youth
Populiarios ištraukos
91 psl. - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
262 psl. - Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued.
355 psl. - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
138 psl. - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells.
322 psl. - Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee. "Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand, Tamed the gerfalcon; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor, whimpering hound Trembled to walk on.
318 psl. - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet. Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance.
324 psl. - And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
78 psl. - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
296 psl. - But this labor concluded, he may have thought it expedient to remove all participants in his secret. Perhaps a couple of blows with a mattock were sufficient, while his coadjutors were busy in the pit; perhaps it required a dozen — who shall tell ? " THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER; OR THE BLACK BROTHERS.
321 psl. - SPEAK. ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me...