The Flowers of Literature: Consisting of Selections from History, Biography, Poetry, and Romance; Jeux D'esprit, Traditionary Relics, and Essays, with Translations from Approved Authors, Band 2T. Tegg, 1824 |
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... entered the conclave . He hinted at the hat which he had quitted on receiving the tiara ; but , instead of de- manding that hat for Don Benjamin , he finished , with most exemplary moderation , by renouncing every ambi- tious hope . He ...
... entered the conclave . He hinted at the hat which he had quitted on receiving the tiara ; but , instead of de- manding that hat for Don Benjamin , he finished , with most exemplary moderation , by renouncing every ambi- tious hope . He ...
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... entered that fatal cabinet , where he had been enter- tained with such pleasant dreams . In that short time he had imagined himself a magician , a bishop , an arch- bishop , a cardinal , a pope ; and at last he found he was only a dupe ...
... entered that fatal cabinet , where he had been enter- tained with such pleasant dreams . In that short time he had imagined himself a magician , a bishop , an arch- bishop , a cardinal , a pope ; and at last he found he was only a dupe ...
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... entered it , and were immediately fastened in . The door of the apartment was now opened , and he without ran to assist his companion : he had a phial of blackish liquor in one hand , and an iron chisel in the other . Finding the teeth ...
... entered it , and were immediately fastened in . The door of the apartment was now opened , and he without ran to assist his companion : he had a phial of blackish liquor in one hand , and an iron chisel in the other . Finding the teeth ...
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... entered by a tall and narrow door , screened from the mountain blast , by a rude planked canopy and portico . The windows were simply apertures left in the buildings , without any attempt at glazing , and divided only by ill - shaped ...
... entered by a tall and narrow door , screened from the mountain blast , by a rude planked canopy and portico . The windows were simply apertures left in the buildings , without any attempt at glazing , and divided only by ill - shaped ...
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... entering the town . " My poor Michelle , " thought she , " is an orphan , like myself , for her father and my own were killed together by that fatal fire - damp in the devil's mine at Rammelsburg , when the fiend blew it up out of ...
... entering the town . " My poor Michelle , " thought she , " is an orphan , like myself , for her father and my own were killed together by that fatal fire - damp in the devil's mine at Rammelsburg , when the fiend blew it up out of ...
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Abbé Altenau Anacreon appeared Astragal Badajoz Beaufremont beautiful bishop bosom Brocken Caleb called Calypso colours curate dead dear death delight demons door dress earth eyes fair fancy father favour favourite fear feel fieldfares fire flowers French gentleman hand Harz Harz district Harz mountain head heard heart heaven honour hope hour king lady Laurette learned Lienalle light living look lord louis-d'ors lover Macerata manner marriage Masaniello Medusa ment Michelle mind month morning mountain nature never o'er once person Philostratus Phorbas pleasure poets pope Prim racter raft Ravenstone regiment Reibezhahl replied rose round seemed sing smiles soldiers song soon soul Spenser spirits Sterndenter sweet tears Thammuz thee thing thou thought tion trees turned University of Gottingen voice Walpurgis night wild wind wine winter woman young youth
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Seite 115 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Seite 147 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Seite 121 - O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
Seite 123 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Seite 350 - Then answered Peter, and said unto Jesus, LORD, it is good for us to be here : if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles ; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.
Seite 180 - I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land.
Seite 254 - ... stuck all over it, cowering under cotton umbrellas, and seethed together, and reeking with the steams of wet boxcoats and upper Benjamins. The sound brought out from their lurking-places a crew of vagabond boys, and vagabond dogs, and the carroty-headed hostler, and that nondescript animal...
Seite 257 - I heard her voice in high windy clamor for a moment or two. Then it gradually subsided, like a gust of wind in a garret; then there was a laugh; then I heard nothing more. After a little while my landlady came out with an odd smile on her face, adjusting her cap, which was a little on one side. As she went down stairs, I heard the landlord ask her what was the matter; she said, " Nothing at all, only the girl's a fool.
Seite 127 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 351 - Yet none have saluted, and none have replied. Unto Sorrow? The dead cannot grieve; Not a sob, not a sigh, meets mine ear, Which compassion itself could relieve.