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 |
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... seen at all . That is my special gift . " He could not have more accurately described him- self . But do we not find this same power in Tolstoi ? And Gogol both understood and appreciated at its full worth the feeling of active ...
... seen at all . That is my special gift . " He could not have more accurately described him- self . But do we not find this same power in Tolstoi ? And Gogol both understood and appreciated at its full worth the feeling of active ...
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... seen a sadder face than his , always contracted or distorted by alarming spasms . When he was animated by anger , in connec- tion with one of his ideas , one could have sworn that one had seen his face before , in the dock of a criminal ...
... seen a sadder face than his , always contracted or distorted by alarming spasms . When he was animated by anger , in connec- tion with one of his ideas , one could have sworn that one had seen his face before , in the dock of a criminal ...
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... seen military action in the Caucasus and in the Crimea . He had brought back from his campaign Les Cosaques and the marvellous Tableaux du Siège de Sébastopol , reports as exact as those of a sapper endowed with genius , and possessed ...
... seen military action in the Caucasus and in the Crimea . He had brought back from his campaign Les Cosaques and the marvellous Tableaux du Siège de Sébastopol , reports as exact as those of a sapper endowed with genius , and possessed ...
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... seen all sorts and conditions of men , and read all sorts of books , he wrote Guerre et Paix . This work is so well known that I need not pause to describe it . What Russia had been at the moment when she became conscious of herself ...
... seen all sorts and conditions of men , and read all sorts of books , he wrote Guerre et Paix . This work is so well known that I need not pause to describe it . What Russia had been at the moment when she became conscious of herself ...
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... seen in the most flagrant and immoral Characters , whether he might not see as great a Rogue when he looked into the Glass himself as when he held it to others . • I was born in London , on the 6th of November , 1671 , in Southampton ...
... seen in the most flagrant and immoral Characters , whether he might not see as great a Rogue when he looked into the Glass himself as when he held it to others . • I was born in London , on the 6th of November , 1671 , in Southampton ...
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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.