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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... natural propensities and powers of his mind . His love of letters , and especially his pas- sion for poetry , could be gratified only by stealth , or by the feint of a headache or a sore throat , which enabled him to evade for a few ...
... natural propensities and powers of his mind . His love of letters , and especially his pas- sion for poetry , could be gratified only by stealth , or by the feint of a headache or a sore throat , which enabled him to evade for a few ...
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... nature . He left the Ducal Academy December 14th , 1780 , as a doctor of medicine , and even practiced this profession for a time as assistant surgeon in a grenadier regiment at a salary of eighteen florins ( $ 7.50 ) a month ...
... nature . He left the Ducal Academy December 14th , 1780 , as a doctor of medicine , and even practiced this profession for a time as assistant surgeon in a grenadier regiment at a salary of eighteen florins ( $ 7.50 ) a month ...
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... nature and human affairs , and from imperfect knowledge of aesthetic principles - that had hitherto characterized his dramatic productions . In 1787 he went to Weimar , where he enjoyed the friendship of Herder and Wieland . In 1788 he ...
... nature and human affairs , and from imperfect knowledge of aesthetic principles - that had hitherto characterized his dramatic productions . In 1787 he went to Weimar , where he enjoyed the friendship of Herder and Wieland . In 1788 he ...
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... nature , for the attainment of the same noble end . The first part of ' Wallenstein ' is a masterpiece of its kind ... natural agencies credible . Touchingly human and true is the scene with Lionel , in which the invincible and ...
... nature , for the attainment of the same noble end . The first part of ' Wallenstein ' is a masterpiece of its kind ... natural agencies credible . Touchingly human and true is the scene with Lionel , in which the invincible and ...
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... a brighter sun , Of nature more benign than ours . With each , her gifts the maiden shared , — To some the fruits , the flowers to some : Alike the young , the aged , fared ; Each 12888 JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH SCHILLER.
... a brighter sun , Of nature more benign than ours . With each , her gifts the maiden shared , — To some the fruits , the flowers to some : Alike the young , the aged , fared ; Each 12888 JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH SCHILLER.
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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.