Library of the World's Best Literature: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner J.A. Hill, 1902 |
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Alfonso Almoravides André Chénier Betteredge Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich Bruff Cæsar called Canterbury Tales Chanticleer character charm Châteaubriand Chaucer Chénier Choate Christian Cicero Clay Coleridge CONFUCIAN Confucius death dream earth England English eyes father fear feel Gabbett genius give glory hand hath head heart heaven Henry Clay honor hope human imagination interest King Kubla Khan letters liberty light literary literature live look Lorcy Lord Lord Protector MENCIUS mind moral nature never night once opinion orator passion poems poet poetry political Rodrigo Samuel Brohl seemed Servius Sulpicius Rufus side song soul speak speech spirit stood sweet tell thee things THOMAS CHATTERTON thou thought tion Tom Canty took translation truth turned verse Vetch virtue voice wonderful words writing wyllowe young
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Seite 3853 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 3857 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Seite 3854 - I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware!
Seite 3858 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Seite 3874 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Seite 3835 - IT fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so : That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
Seite 3861 - Tis midnight, but small thoughts have I of sleep : Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep! Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth! With light heart may she rise, Gay fancy, cheerful eyes, Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice : To her may all things live, from Pole to Pole, Their life the eddying of her living soul ! O simple spirit, guided...
Seite 3858 - WELL! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes, Or...
Seite 3863 - Ah ! as I listened with a heart forlorn, The pulses of my being beat anew : And even as life returns upon the drowned, Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of pains — Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart...
Seite 3873 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!