Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner R.S. Peale and J.A. Hill, 1896 |
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Page 10165
... Heaven be praised ! Jacques - Gentlemen , you have nothing to do but to talk quietly over the matter together ; you are agreed now : and yet you were on the point of quarreling through want of understand- ing each other . life . Cléante ...
... Heaven be praised ! Jacques - Gentlemen , you have nothing to do but to talk quietly over the matter together ; you are agreed now : and yet you were on the point of quarreling through want of understand- ing each other . life . Cléante ...
Page 10167
... heavens ! I am undone ; I am murdered ; they have cut my throat ; they have stolen my money ! Who can it be ? What has become of him ? Where is he ? Where is he hiding himself ? What shall I do to find him ? Where shall I run ? Where ...
... heavens ! I am undone ; I am murdered ; they have cut my throat ; they have stolen my money ! Who can it be ? What has become of him ? Where is he ? Where is he hiding himself ? What shall I do to find him ? Where shall I run ? Where ...
Page 10168
... heaven ! may I control my just anger ! Célimène [ aside ] -Ah ! [ To Alceste . ] What is this new trouble I see you in ? what mean those deep sighs and those dark looks you cast upon me ? Alceste That all the wickedness a soul is ...
... heaven ! may I control my just anger ! Célimène [ aside ] -Ah ! [ To Alceste . ] What is this new trouble I see you in ? what mean those deep sighs and those dark looks you cast upon me ? Alceste That all the wickedness a soul is ...
Page 10169
... Heaven hinted to me what I had to fear . But do not think that I shall bear this insult unavenged . I know that it is not in our power to govern our inclinations ; that love is always spontaneous ; that we cannot enter a heart by force ...
... Heaven hinted to me what I had to fear . But do not think that I shall bear this insult unavenged . I know that it is not in our power to govern our inclinations ; that love is always spontaneous ; that we cannot enter a heart by force ...
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... heavens ! can anything more cruel be invented ; and was ever a heart treated in such a manner ? What ! I am justly incensed against her , I come to complain , and I must bear the blame ! She excites my grief and my suspicion to the ...
... heavens ! can anything more cruel be invented ; and was ever a heart treated in such a manner ? What ! I am justly incensed against her , I come to complain , and I must bear the blame ! She excites my grief and my suspicion to the ...
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Page 10270 - When Day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of Even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into Heaven — Those hues, that make the Sun's decline So soft, so radiant, LORD ! are Thine.
Page 10268 - 11 not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them ; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Page 10267 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 10265 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Page 10263 - OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Page 10262 - twas a sight — that Heav'n — that Child — A scene, which might have well beguil'd Ev'n haughty EBLIS of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by ! And how felt he, the wretched Man Reclining there — while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace ! " There was a time," he said in mild, Heart-humbled tones —
Page 10268 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Page 10266 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth. Sweeter 'tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises ; Few its looks, but every one, Like unexpected light, surprises...
Page 10252 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin — Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Page 10253 - Whose rivulets are like rich brides, Lovely, with gold beneath their tides ; Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice Might be a Peri's Paradise ' But crimson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with every breath Upwafted from the...