The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volumen21Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... Angela is half dead with anxiety on your account . ' 6 " Silence , ' replied Vertua . God grant she has not heard . this unlucky bell ! She is not to know that I have come . ' And therewith he took the lighted candle out of the old ...
... Angela is half dead with anxiety on your account . ' 6 " Silence , ' replied Vertua . God grant she has not heard . this unlucky bell ! She is not to know that I have come . ' And therewith he took the lighted candle out of the old ...
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... my country villa hither to Paris , like the criminal who fears the horrors of solitude . Angela grew up the lovely image of her mother ; my heart VOL . XXI . - 17 was wholly wrapt up in her ; for her sake GAMBLER'S LUCK . 257.
... my country villa hither to Paris , like the criminal who fears the horrors of solitude . Angela grew up the lovely image of her mother ; my heart VOL . XXI . - 17 was wholly wrapt up in her ; for her sake GAMBLER'S LUCK . 257.
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... Angela , but you would only regard it as empty boasting , and pay not the slightest heed to it , for you are a ... Angela's property was yours . was yours . And now the end has come . I presume you will allow my daughter to take her ...
... Angela , but you would only regard it as empty boasting , and pay not the slightest heed to it , for you are a ... Angela's property was yours . was yours . And now the end has come . I presume you will allow my daughter to take her ...
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... Angela , the twentieth part of the property you have deprived her of . Oh ! I know you will listen to my entreaty ! O Angela ! my daughter ! ' And therewith the old man sobbed and lamented and moaned , calling upon his child by name in ...
... Angela , the twentieth part of the property you have deprived her of . Oh ! I know you will listen to my entreaty ! O Angela ! my daughter ! ' And therewith the old man sobbed and lamented and moaned , calling upon his child by name in ...
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... Angela , thus radiant in her divine beauty , comforting her old father with sweet soft words , whilst the purest affection , the most childlike goodness , beamed from her eyes , evidently coming from the very depths of her heart ? Quite ...
... Angela , thus radiant in her divine beauty , comforting her old father with sweet soft words , whilst the purest affection , the most childlike goodness , beamed from her eyes , evidently coming from the very depths of her heart ? Quite ...
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ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO Angela arms asked Augereau beautiful began Bucentaure called Captain CASIMIR DELAVIGNE Chevalier child Colonel command cried dark dear death door dreams Elizabeth enemy exclaimed eyes Fabrice father Faust fear feel fell fire French frigate Fritz German's fatherland Goethe gold Hakon hand happy head heard heart heaven honor Karker King Lady Catherine light live looked Lord Castlereagh louis d'or Mephistopheles mind Miss Bennet morning mountain Napoleon Nelson never night o'er once passed Peter Schlemihl play pocket poor relation relation of ideas replied returned RICHARD GARNETT Rip Van Winkle rose round sail seemed shadow ship shot silence sleep soon soul spirit stood strange surprise tell thee thine things thou thought took trees turned Undine Vertua voice wife wish witty words wounded young
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Página 236 - To HIM who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and .she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 239 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 238 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Página 299 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror...
Página xix - 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.
Página 12 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 299 - Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
Página 298 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 242 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Página 238 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.