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 10198
... fire con- sumes me ! I can bear it no longer . My whole body is one ardent flame - Oh ! — Oh ! [ The lightning flashes around Don Juan , and loud claps of thunder are heard . The earth opens and swallows him up . From the spot where he ...
... fire con- sumes me ! I can bear it no longer . My whole body is one ardent flame - Oh ! — Oh ! [ The lightning flashes around Don Juan , and loud claps of thunder are heard . The earth opens and swallows him up . From the spot where he ...
Page 10280
... fire that in his bosom lies With even a sprinkle from that lake Which shines so cool before his eyes ; No voice well known through many a day To speak the last , the parting word , Which when all other sounds decay Is still like distant ...
... fire that in his bosom lies With even a sprinkle from that lake Which shines so cool before his eyes ; No voice well known through many a day To speak the last , the parting word , Which when all other sounds decay Is still like distant ...
Page 10284
... fires , some tablet sealed With the great name of Solomon , Which , spelled by her illumined eyes , May teach her where beneath the moon , In earth or ocean , lies the boon , The charm , that can restore so soon An erring spirit to the ...
... fires , some tablet sealed With the great name of Solomon , Which , spelled by her illumined eyes , May teach her where beneath the moon , In earth or ocean , lies the boon , The charm , that can restore so soon An erring spirit to the ...
Page 10285
... fire ; In which the Peri's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed , - The ruined maid , the shrine profaned , Oaths broken , and the threshold stained With blood of guests ! - there written , all , Black as the damning drops ...
... fire ; In which the Peri's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed , - The ruined maid , the shrine profaned , Oaths broken , and the threshold stained With blood of guests ! - there written , all , Black as the damning drops ...
Page 10294
... fires divine , So grand , so countless , Lord ! are thine . When youthful spring around us breathes , Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye . Where'er we turn , thy ...
... fires divine , So grand , so countless , Lord ! are thine . When youthful spring around us breathes , Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye . Where'er we turn , thy ...
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admiration Alceste Alfred de Musset ancient Aryan beautiful better brooklet Cæsar Camille century charm Château de Montaigne Christe receive thye Cléante comedy dancing dear Dutch Republic EDUARD MÖRIKE England English eyes fables father feel fire flowers folk-lore France give Golden Bough Greek Hallblithe hand happy Harpagon heart Heaven HENRI MURGER honor human John Lothrop Motley King lady land light literary literature living look Madame Madelon Marcel Mascarille matter Max Müller mind Molière Montesquieu Mordvins mountain Musset myths nation nature never night once Orgon Oronte Paris passion Perdican play pleasure poem poet political receive thye saule Rodolphe Roman sing sleep song soul speak spirit story sweet Tartuffe tell thee THEODOR MOMMSEN thine things thou thought tion translation verses whole wind woman wonderful words young
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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...