The Literary World: Sixth [-eighth] ReaderB.F. Johnson, 1919 |
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... question deserves a clear and candid answer . All prose and poetry which have found a permanent place in the minds of cultivated people we call standard literature . This did not happen by chance . Out of a great deal of writing in ...
... question deserves a clear and candid answer . All prose and poetry which have found a permanent place in the minds of cultivated people we call standard literature . This did not happen by chance . Out of a great deal of writing in ...
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... question with which this little introductory talk to you began will have been satis- factorily answered . When we try to divide literature into different classes , we find that one large group is made up of stories , or things narrated ...
... question with which this little introductory talk to you began will have been satis- factorily answered . When we try to divide literature into different classes , we find that one large group is made up of stories , or things narrated ...
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... questions vouchsafed no other reply than " we shall see ! 99 We crossed the creek at the head of the island by means of a skiff , and , ascending the high grounds on the shore of the mainland , proceeded in a northwesterly direction ...
... questions vouchsafed no other reply than " we shall see ! 99 We crossed the creek at the head of the island by means of a skiff , and , ascending the high grounds on the shore of the mainland , proceeded in a northwesterly direction ...
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... question , and for some moments made no reply . At length he approached the huge trunk , walked slowly around it and examined it with minute attention . When he had completed his scrutiny , he merely said , " Yes , massa , Jup climb any ...
... question , and for some moments made no reply . At length he approached the huge trunk , walked slowly around it and examined it with minute attention . When he had completed his scrutiny , he merely said , " Yes , massa , Jup climb any ...
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... " At this stage of my reflections I endeavored to re- member , and did remember , with entire distinctness , every incident which occurred about the period in question . The weather was chilly ( oh rare and happy accident ! 45.
... " At this stage of my reflections I endeavored to re- member , and did remember , with entire distinctness , every incident which occurred about the period in question . The weather was chilly ( oh rare and happy accident ! 45.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aglaia ancient Mariner appeared asked beetle blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar called Carcassonne Casca Cassius character Coppy Cranford cried dear death death's-head door doth Exeunt eyes face Father Abram fear Feathertop fell fire give gold hand hast hath head hear heard heart hills Holmes honor ides of March Julius Cæsar Jupiter Legrand letter liberty live look lord Lucilius Lucius Mark Antony massa ment Messala mill mind Miss Allardyce morning Mother Rigby never night noble Octavius oration parchment peace Pindarus pipe poem poor Red-Headed League Roman Rome scarabaeus scarecrow seemed seen Sherlock Holmes Sir Launfal skull smile soul speak spirit stood story strong tell Tennessee's Partner thee things thou thought tion Titinius to-day tree turned voice Wee Willie Winkie witch WORDS AND PHRASES young
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Seite 421 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Seite 200 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Seite 197 - This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Seite 415 - EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Seite 182 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon.
Seite 185 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that woman's mate?
Seite 421 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea,
Seite 276 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging the future but...
Seite 327 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
Seite 181 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...