The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Volumen21Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... Angela is half dead with anxiety on your account . ' " 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 woman's ...
... Angela is half dead with anxiety on your account . ' " 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 woman's ...
Página 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 . XXL - -17 I 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 . XXL - -17 I was wholly wrapt up in her ; for her sake GAMBLER'S LUCK . 257.
Página 258
... 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 . And now the end has come . I presume you will allow my daughter to take her clothing with ...
... 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 . And now the end has come . I presume you will allow my daughter to take her clothing with ...
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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 ...
... 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 ...
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ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER Angela arms Augereau Baron beautiful began Bennet Bucentaure called Captain cards 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 hussar 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 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 273 - 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 272 - 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 331 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 271 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 22 - 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 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 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 healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
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 334 - 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 272 - 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.