The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Том 18Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... desire seizes me to possess myself of that little creature . These are terrible chains which I shall give myself . I know myself that merits reflection , or rather I must not rush headlong into the new snare my star sets for me ; her ...
... desire seizes me to possess myself of that little creature . These are terrible chains which I shall give myself . I know myself that merits reflection , or rather I must not rush headlong into the new snare my star sets for me ; her ...
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... desire was immediately granted . All the artificers of pleasure were called to gladden the festivity ; the musicians exerted the power of harmony , and the dancers showed their activity before the princes , in hopes that they should ...
... desire was immediately granted . All the artificers of pleasure were called to gladden the festivity ; the musicians exerted the power of harmony , and the dancers showed their activity before the princes , in hopes that they should ...
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... desire dis- tinct from sense , which must be satisfied before he can be happy . " After this he lifted up his head , and seeing the moon rising , walked towards the palace . As he passed through the fields , and saw the animals around ...
... desire dis- tinct from sense , which must be satisfied before he can be happy . " After this he lifted up his head , and seeing the moon rising , walked towards the palace . As he passed through the fields , and saw the animals around ...
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... desire . " The old man was surprised at this new species of affliction , and knew not what to reply , yet was unwilling to be silent . " Sir , " said he , " if you had seen the miseries of the world , you would know how to value your ...
... desire . " The old man was surprised at this new species of affliction , and knew not what to reply , yet was unwilling to be silent . " Sir , " said he , " if you had seen the miseries of the world , you would know how to value your ...
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... character of her beauty . He con- ceived an agreeable hope from that circumstance ; for care to adorn one's self is almost a desire to please . The month of trial passed away in timid gallantries on SOLIMAN II : A STORY . 47.
... character of her beauty . He con- ceived an agreeable hope from that circumstance ; for care to adorn one's self is almost a desire to please . The month of trial passed away in timid gallantries on SOLIMAN II : A STORY . 47.
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Страница 394 - For cutting off our trade with all parts of the world: For imposing taxes on us without our consent: For depriving us, in many cases, of the benefits of trial by jury: For transporting us beyond seas to be tried for pretended offenses: For abolishing the free system of English laws in a neighboring province...
Страница 183 - Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return - and die at home at last.
Страница 183 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Страница 186 - Yet he was kind; or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Страница 28 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope ; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia.
Страница 93 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more.
Страница 89 - A weary waste expanding to the skies : Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Страница 96 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Страница 181 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene!
Страница 98 - E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests, and through dangerous ways; Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine.