The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Volume 23Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... Musset : From " Ode to Malibran " ” On a Slab of Rose Marble To Pépa Alfred de Musset The Sea Nell Cook The Jackdaw of Rheims Roaring Ralph and the Jibbenainosay Rory O'More's Present to the Priest Rory O'More . Mr. Pickwick's Adventure ...
... Musset : From " Ode to Malibran " ” On a Slab of Rose Marble To Pépa Alfred de Musset The Sea Nell Cook The Jackdaw of Rheims Roaring Ralph and the Jibbenainosay Rory O'More's Present to the Priest Rory O'More . Mr. Pickwick's Adventure ...
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... the dangers which have been avoided , and the difficulties which have been overcome . The trifling of a great man is never trivial . POEMS OF ALFRED DE MUSSET . [ LOUIS CHARLES ALFRED THOUGHTS IN THE CLOISTER AND THE CROWD . 79.
... the dangers which have been avoided , and the difficulties which have been overcome . The trifling of a great man is never trivial . POEMS OF ALFRED DE MUSSET . [ LOUIS CHARLES ALFRED THOUGHTS IN THE CLOISTER AND THE CROWD . 79.
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Richard Garnett. POEMS OF ALFRED DE MUSSET . [ LOUIS CHARLES ALFRED DE MUSSET , French poet and dramatist , was born in Paris , November 11 , 1810. Hesitating in the choice of a profession , he suc- cessively tried and abandoned law ...
Richard Garnett. POEMS OF ALFRED DE MUSSET . [ LOUIS CHARLES ALFRED DE MUSSET , French poet and dramatist , was born in Paris , November 11 , 1810. Hesitating in the choice of a profession , he suc- cessively tried and abandoned law ...
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... thy light , half clad and dumb , As thou kneelest out of sight , Laid by cap and sweeping vest Ere thou sinkest to repose , -6 VOL . XXIII . At the hour when half at rest Folds thy soul POEMS OF ALFRED DE MUSSET . 81.
... thy light , half clad and dumb , As thou kneelest out of sight , Laid by cap and sweeping vest Ere thou sinkest to repose , -6 VOL . XXIII . At the hour when half at rest Folds thy soul POEMS OF ALFRED DE MUSSET . 81.
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... MUSSET . BY C. A. SAINTE - BEUVE . ( From " Portraits of Men " : translated by Forsyth Edeveain . ) [ CHARLES AUGUSTIN SAINTE - BEUVE , one of the greatest literary critics of modern times , was born at Boulogne - sur - Mer , December ...
... MUSSET . BY C. A. SAINTE - BEUVE . ( From " Portraits of Men " : translated by Forsyth Edeveain . ) [ CHARLES AUGUSTIN SAINTE - BEUVE , one of the greatest literary critics of modern times , was born at Boulogne - sur - Mer , December ...
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Page 91 - 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.
Page 262 - 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.
Page 355 - 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.
Page 138 - 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.
Page 322 - 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.
Page 318 - 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.
Page 324 - And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
Page 78 - 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.
Page 296 - 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.
Page 321 - 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...