The flowers of literature, or, Encyclopædia of anecdote, a coll. by W. Oxberry, Том 2William Oxberry 1821 |
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... replied ; " for a lover waits pa- tiently , only as long as he has any hopes of his wishes being gratified . " In the midst of our consultation , a man rushed in , and in a terrified manner told us , that while Leucinna was walking ...
... replied ; " for a lover waits pa- tiently , only as long as he has any hopes of his wishes being gratified . " In the midst of our consultation , a man rushed in , and in a terrified manner told us , that while Leucinna was walking ...
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... replied ; " Chærea . It is Gorgias who is the cause of your ruin . " " How ? " I exclaimed , 66 or who is 66 66 66 this Gorgias ? Tell me . " " Gorgias , B 5 OR , ENCYCLOPEDIA OF ANECDOTE . life be now prolonged? Leucippe knows me not-...
... replied ; " Chærea . It is Gorgias who is the cause of your ruin . " " How ? " I exclaimed , 66 or who is 66 66 66 this Gorgias ? Tell me . " " Gorgias , B 5 OR , ENCYCLOPEDIA OF ANECDOTE . life be now prolonged? Leucippe knows me not-...
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... replied the child , " but on condition that the ladies , of whom you tell me , shall be only my teachers , and that you alone shall be my mamma . ' Saying these words , he took up from the ground a little bag , which seemed to be filled ...
... replied the child , " but on condition that the ladies , of whom you tell me , shall be only my teachers , and that you alone shall be my mamma . ' Saying these words , he took up from the ground a little bag , which seemed to be filled ...
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... replied he , " only my play- things . " He then began to sing a song , which had neither tune nor words ; and sometimes putting his feet together , and jumping over the bushes in his way , and sometimes stopping to ask the Muse if she ...
... replied he , " only my play- things . " He then began to sing a song , which had neither tune nor words ; and sometimes putting his feet together , and jumping over the bushes in his way , and sometimes stopping to ask the Muse if she ...
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... replied , ' I am only a servant to General Washington , and have no weights to weigh it with , and the general will weigh it , and if it should not be weight , he will not only make me the loser , but will be angry with me .'- Well ...
... replied , ' I am only a servant to General Washington , and have no weights to weigh it with , and the general will weigh it , and if it should not be weight , he will not only make me the loser , but will be angry with me .'- Well ...
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Страница 163 - Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.
Страница 163 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Страница 306 - 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.
Страница 240 - 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.
Страница 241 - There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.
Страница 375 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Страница 170 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Страница 160 - 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...
Страница 171 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Страница 238 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.