The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Band 20Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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Amanda asked Atala beauty Belgrave better Boswell carronade Castle Rackrent character CHÂTEAUBRIAND child Countess cried dear death delight dread Duc d'Enghien duty Elfrida Ettenheim eyes fancy father fear feel frae gave George Fergusson give Göttingen Greystock hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hour Hullin human hundred pipers Johnson Jupiter Lady Euphrasia Lenette light lived looked Lord Mortimer Mary Melina Metastasio mind morning Napoleon nature never night o'er once PIERRE LANFREY pity pleasure poor Rackrent Renaud de Montauban replied ROBERT SOUTHEY round scarcely seemed ship silence Sir Murtagh smile song soon soul speak spirit stood sure sweet talk Talleyrand tell thee things thou thought tion took Toussaint truth turned voice Wallenstein wife Wilhelm wind words wrote young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 219 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Seite 373 - Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Seite 279 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Seite 231 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " 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.
Seite 380 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight...
Seite 234 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. "The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. "And the bay was white with silent light, Till, rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Seite 236 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Seite 228 - I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away : I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I...
Seite 373 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Seite 373 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...