Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volume 33Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George Henry Warner J. A. Hill, 1902 - Literature |
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... Lord's Supper , which was accidentally found there , the health of the Geuses was drunk ; with the holy oil they greased their shoes . Graves even were rummaged , and the half - decayed corpses taken out and trampled under foot . All ...
... Lord's Supper , which was accidentally found there , the health of the Geuses was drunk ; with the holy oil they greased their shoes . Graves even were rummaged , and the half - decayed corpses taken out and trampled under foot . All ...
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... lord of creation , there can be no such thing as harmless error ; still less venerable and holy error . And for the consolation of those who in any way and at any time may have devoted strength and life to the noble and hard battle ...
... lord of creation , there can be no such thing as harmless error ; still less venerable and holy error . And for the consolation of those who in any way and at any time may have devoted strength and life to the noble and hard battle ...
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... Lord God Almighty ! He knew he should see it . " My dear God is trying me , " he said ; and he sat there through the fierce heat of the afternoon . Still he watched and waited when the sun began to slope ; and when it neared the horizon ...
... Lord God Almighty ! He knew he should see it . " My dear God is trying me , " he said ; and he sat there through the fierce heat of the afternoon . Still he watched and waited when the sun began to slope ; and when it neared the horizon ...
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... Lord are true and righteous alto- gether . ' With malice toward none , with charity for all , with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right , let us strive to finish the work we are in ; to bind up the nation's wounds ; to ...
... Lord are true and righteous alto- gether . ' With malice toward none , with charity for all , with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right , let us strive to finish the work we are in ; to bind up the nation's wounds ; to ...
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... Lord Tennyson , brief idylls " on epic themes . Sir Walter , of course , chose not epic but romance ; he follows the mediæval romanticists in verse , adding popular ballad qualities after the example , in method and versification , of ...
... Lord Tennyson , brief idylls " on epic themes . Sir Walter , of course , chose not epic but romance ; he follows the mediæval romanticists in verse , adding popular ballad qualities after the example , in method and versification , of ...
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Page 13261 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Page 13217 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Page 13259 - 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.
Page 13233 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown: His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty. Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway: It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Page 13263 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
Page 13249 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Page 13259 - 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...
Page 13223 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 13060 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 13234 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.