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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... Saint - Cyr Burial of Sir John Moore Undine Rejected Addresses · George Henry Lewes Bettina Brentano Frank Marzials Sydney Smith Marbot . 77 79 · 80 · X. B. Saintine 88 95 95 100 107 Charles Wolfe 111 · La Motte Fouqué 112 · James and ...
... Saint - Cyr Burial of Sir John Moore Undine Rejected Addresses · George Henry Lewes Bettina Brentano Frank Marzials Sydney Smith Marbot . 77 79 · 80 · X. B. Saintine 88 95 95 100 107 Charles Wolfe 111 · La Motte Fouqué 112 · James and ...
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... Saint - Cyr . The Emperor had sent this re- enforcement of 8000 to 10,000 men to Marshal Oudinot , who would have received it with more satisfaction if he had not dreaded the influence of its leader . Saint - Cyr was , indeed , one of ...
... Saint - Cyr . The Emperor had sent this re- enforcement of 8000 to 10,000 men to Marshal Oudinot , who would have received it with more satisfaction if he had not dreaded the influence of its leader . Saint - Cyr was , indeed , one of ...
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... Saint - Cyr much harm , and wherever he had served , his troops , while doing justice to his military talents , had disliked him . His colleagues all dreaded having to act with him , and the different successive governments of France ...
... Saint - Cyr much harm , and wherever he had served , his troops , while doing justice to his military talents , had disliked him . His colleagues all dreaded having to act with him , and the different successive governments of France ...
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... Saint - Cyr followed Oudinot in silence ; and whenever his opinion was asked he merely bowed and said : " My lord mar- shal ! " as though he would say : " As they have made you a marshal , you must know more about the matter than a mere ...
... Saint - Cyr followed Oudinot in silence ; and whenever his opinion was asked he merely bowed and said : " My lord mar- shal ! " as though he would say : " As they have made you a marshal , you must know more about the matter than a mere ...
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... Saint - Cyr's first act was to call in the skirmishers . He was certain that the tired enemy would follow his example as soon as they were no longer attacked ; and in fact the fire soon ceased on both sides . The troops could ...
... Saint - Cyr's first act was to call in the skirmishers . He was certain that the tired enemy would follow his example as soon as they were no longer attacked ; and in fact the fire soon ceased on both sides . The troops could ...
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ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER aide-de-camp Angela arms Augereau Baron beautiful began Bennet Bucentaure called Captain CHARLES LAMB Chevalier child Colonel commanded cried dear death door dreams Elizabeth enemy Erling exclaimed eyes Fabrice face father Faust fear feel fell fire FITZ-GREENE HALLECK French frigate Fritz Goethe guns Hakon hand hast head heard heart heaven honor hour Huldbrand Karker king knew Lady light live looked Lord Lord Castlereagh louis d'or Mephistopheles mind morning Napoleon Nelson never night o'er once passed play poor relation of ideas replied RICHARD GARNETT Rip Van Winkle rose round sail Saint-Cyr seemed ship shot side silence sleep soon soul spirit stood strange stranger tears tell thee thine things thou thought took trees turned Undine Vertua Victory voice whist wife Winkle wish words young
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Página 335 - 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 336 - That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With...
Página 333 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 29 - May the great God whom I worship, grant to my country, and for the benefit of Europe in general, a great and glorious victory, and may no misconduct in any one tarnish it, and may humanity after victory be the predominant feature in the British fleet!
Página 304 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Página 303 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white, With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down. And gave Into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 270 - 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 gentle sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Página 332 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 329 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 276 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...