Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, 3 tomas1856 |
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25 psl.
... borders of Russia , and beyond the Hercynian wilderness , not their youth , but their staid men , to learn our language , and our theologic arts . Yet that which is above all this , the favour and the love of heaven , we have great ...
... borders of Russia , and beyond the Hercynian wilderness , not their youth , but their staid men , to learn our language , and our theologic arts . Yet that which is above all this , the favour and the love of heaven , we have great ...
39 psl.
... borders of the Beresina . In fact , it was the very spot where Charles XII . crossed that river on his march to Moscow . What a frightful picture did this multitude of men present , overwhelmed with misfortunes of every kind , and ...
... borders of the Beresina . In fact , it was the very spot where Charles XII . crossed that river on his march to Moscow . What a frightful picture did this multitude of men present , overwhelmed with misfortunes of every kind , and ...
78 psl.
... border of a wood , or by the brink of a rivulet , where it could have been frequented by many other species of living creatures . It was confined to an earthen pot , amidst the smoke of Paris . I observed it only at vacant moments . I ...
... border of a wood , or by the brink of a rivulet , where it could have been frequented by many other species of living creatures . It was confined to an earthen pot , amidst the smoke of Paris . I observed it only at vacant moments . I ...
129 psl.
... border ; their pennons oft met on the marshes ; their war - cries were raised either in hostility or defiance when the border riders assembled ; and though the chiefs of those haughty names had encountered on fields of battle , this ...
... border ; their pennons oft met on the marshes ; their war - cries were raised either in hostility or defiance when the border riders assembled ; and though the chiefs of those haughty names had encountered on fields of battle , this ...
131 psl.
... border chivalry was engaged . The warlike names of Lovel , Heron , Widrington , Liddel , Ratcliffe , and Egerton , were the sufferers on the side of the Percys ; while with Douglas fell Montgomery , Scott , Swinton , Johnstone , Maxwell ...
... border chivalry was engaged . The warlike names of Lovel , Heron , Widrington , Liddel , Ratcliffe , and Egerton , were the sufferers on the side of the Percys ; while with Douglas fell Montgomery , Scott , Swinton , Johnstone , Maxwell ...
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Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, 3 tomas Half hours Visos knygos peržiūra - 1847 |
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admiration affection Alexander Selkirk ancient animal appear beauty Bezetha bittern blessed body Border called character children of light Christ Christian danger dead death delight desire doth earth enemy England English enjoyment eyes fear feeling frigate give glory hand happy hath heart heaven Heir of Linne honour human interest Justin Martyr king labour land Little John live London look Lord Lord Wilmot luxury manner mind Mississippi Company moral mother nation nature never night noble object observed pass passion persons Petrarch Philaster pleasure poet poetry Queen o'the reason religion rents rich Richard Penderell Rienzi Robin Robin Hood Roman Scotland SCOTTISH BORDERERS seems ship Socrates soul spirit suffer sweet taste thee things THOMAS WARTON thou thought tion truth unto valley virtue whole wind words writers
Populiarios ištraukos
116 psl. - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
128 psl. - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
32 psl. - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
31 psl. - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
57 psl. - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
57 psl. - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
59 psl. - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
156 psl. - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
56 psl. - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
56 psl. - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.