The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Volume 17Richard Garnett 1899 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 61
Page xxxii
... hear Pouchkine's originality questioned , and I myself have the most sincere admiration for this marvellous virtuoso ; I believe that he created the poetic style which he used , that he gave a Russian colour to the ideas and the ...
... hear Pouchkine's originality questioned , and I myself have the most sincere admiration for this marvellous virtuoso ; I believe that he created the poetic style which he used , that he gave a Russian colour to the ideas and the ...
Page xxxvii
... hear the chant of the Russian soil , the murmur of a few unhappy souls . The writer brings us to the heart of his native land , and then retires from the scene and leaves us face to face with the country . Why do the very springs of ...
... hear the chant of the Russian soil , the murmur of a few unhappy souls . The writer brings us to the heart of his native land , and then retires from the scene and leaves us face to face with the country . Why do the very springs of ...
Page 62
... hear the uproar and the din . " A high- wayman ! a highwayman ! " cry the voices : " stop him , stop him ! " But it is no such easy matter . With a pistol in each hand , and his bridle in his teeth , Turpin passed boldly on . His fierce ...
... hear the uproar and the din . " A high- wayman ! a highwayman ! " cry the voices : " stop him , stop him ! " But it is no such easy matter . With a pistol in each hand , and his bridle in his teeth , Turpin passed boldly on . His fierce ...
Page 64
... hear the reader exclaim . " By the mother that bore me , " said Titus , as they went along in this slapping style - Titus , by the by , rode a big , Roman - nosed , powerful horse , well adapted to his weight , but which required a ...
... hear the reader exclaim . " By the mother that bore me , " said Titus , as they went along in this slapping style - Titus , by the by , rode a big , Roman - nosed , powerful horse , well adapted to his weight , but which required a ...
Page 65
... hear of me at York . " " What did he say ? " asked Paterson , coming up the next moment . " That you'll find him at York , ” replied the wagoner . " At York ! " echoed Coates , in amaze . Turpin was now out of sight ; and although our ...
... hear of me at York . " " What did he say ? " asked Paterson , coming up the next moment . " That you'll find him at York , ” replied the wagoner . " At York ! " echoed Coates , in amaze . Turpin was now out of sight ; and although our ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Adams answer Aurangzeb beauty better black crows blessing born brother called captain character Colonel COUNTESS OF BUTE creature cried Cunegund Davers dear dearest love desire Dick Dick Turpin door Dupleix earth endeavored English eyes face father fear gentleman George George Warrington give Gogol hand happy hear heard heart highwayman Hindu honor hope horse hour human Indian insulted Jackey Jewkes Joseph Andrews king lady ladyship liberty live look Lord Lord Bute madam Marathas MARK AKENSIDE master means mind Montesquieu nature never night o'er Pamela Pangloss passed passion philosopher pity pleasure poor prince qu'il reason replied russe sentiment soul speak Spirit of Laws sword Tarass Boulba taxes tell thee things THOMAS GRAY thou art thought tion took truth Turpin vex'd virtue voice wench whole wish woman word wretched young
Popular passages
Page 242 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate...
Page 240 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 52 - I'll bear it all for Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day — And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday...
Page 163 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power.
Page 87 - Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, Who according to His abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead...
Page 204 - And dreaded losses aggravate his pains; He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands, His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands; Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes, Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies.
Page 268 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 242 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Page 265 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 82 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer, of vigor born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light That fly the approach of morn.