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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... Dear ! at all . ALFRED DE 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 ...
... Dear ! at all . ALFRED DE 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 ...
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... dear to us from the very first ; it touched our hearts so deeply in its fresh- ness and delicate bloom ; he so belonged to our generation ( though with a greater touch of youth ) -a generation then essentially poetical , and devoted to ...
... dear to us from the very first ; it touched our hearts so deeply in its fresh- ness and delicate bloom ; he so belonged to our generation ( though with a greater touch of youth ) -a generation then essentially poetical , and devoted to ...
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... the case ; and to this end , to lend himself to all the frivolities and vices dear to the tyrant whose orgies dishonor Florence . He creeps into Alexander's confidence , and becomes his accomplice and ALFRED DE MUSSET . 85.
... the case ; and to this end , to lend himself to all the frivolities and vices dear to the tyrant whose orgies dishonor Florence . He creeps into Alexander's confidence , and becomes his accomplice and ALFRED DE MUSSET . 85.
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... dear ! such fearsome things they tell Of Nelly Cook , that few may brook at night to meet with Nell ! " It was in bluff King Harry's days , — and Monks and Friars were then , . You know , dear Uncle Ingoldsby , a sort of Clergymen ...
... dear ! such fearsome things they tell Of Nelly Cook , that few may brook at night to meet with Nell ! " It was in bluff King Harry's days , — and Monks and Friars were then , . You know , dear Uncle Ingoldsby , a sort of Clergymen ...
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... dear ? ' " Now thanks , my loving Uncle , ' that Lady gay replied : ' Gramercy for thy benison ! ' then ' Out , alas ! ' she sighed : ' My father dear he is not near ; he seeks the Spanish Main ; He prays thee give me shelter here till ...
... dear ? ' " Now thanks , my loving Uncle , ' that Lady gay replied : ' Gramercy for thy benison ! ' then ' Out , alas ! ' she sighed : ' My father dear he is not near ; he seeks the Spanish Main ; He prays thee give me shelter here till ...
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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...