The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy, Poetry, the Drama, Travel, Adventure, Fiction, Etc, Volume 17American Literary Society, 1901 - Literature |
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... Death . Cleansing Fires . BRYAN WALLER PROCTER . The Sea . LIVED PAGE 1664-1721 9152 For his own Monument . Epigrams . Inscription for a Fountain . A Petition to Time . RICHARD ANTHONY PROCTOR · 1825-1864 9155 The Storm . A Lost Chord ...
... Death . Cleansing Fires . BRYAN WALLER PROCTER . The Sea . LIVED PAGE 1664-1721 9152 For his own Monument . Epigrams . Inscription for a Fountain . A Petition to Time . RICHARD ANTHONY PROCTOR · 1825-1864 9155 The Storm . A Lost Chord ...
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... Death . ÉDOUARD ROD 1857- 9476 Marriage . Paternity . EDWARD PAYSON ROE . 1838-1888 9481 " Promise or die . " SAMUEL ROGERS 1763-1855 9493 Ginevra . Regeneration for Italy . From the " Pleasures of Mem- Naples . ory . " Marriage ...
... Death . ÉDOUARD ROD 1857- 9476 Marriage . Paternity . EDWARD PAYSON ROE . 1838-1888 9481 " Promise or die . " SAMUEL ROGERS 1763-1855 9493 Ginevra . Regeneration for Italy . From the " Pleasures of Mem- Naples . ory . " Marriage ...
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... Death of Cyrano . • 1760-1836 9577 1712-1778 9579 In the Isle of St. Peter . 1788-1866 9587 Barbarossa . The Drum . GIOVANNI RUFFINI 1807-1881 9592 Speranza . JOHANN LUDVIG RUNEBERG The Peasant Princess . Do not roil a Maiden s Soul ...
... Death of Cyrano . • 1760-1836 9577 1712-1778 9579 In the Isle of St. Peter . 1788-1866 9587 Barbarossa . The Drum . GIOVANNI RUFFINI 1807-1881 9592 Speranza . JOHANN LUDVIG RUNEBERG The Peasant Princess . Do not roil a Maiden s Soul ...
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... death are unknown . We learn from himself that in 66 he was a student of philosophy at Delphi . He was liv- ing at Charonea in 106. He is best known by his " Parallel Lives , " a series of biographical sketches of forty - six Greeks and ...
... death are unknown . We learn from himself that in 66 he was a student of philosophy at Delphi . He was liv- ing at Charonea in 106. He is best known by his " Parallel Lives , " a series of biographical sketches of forty - six Greeks and ...
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... his life . For it was in the power of the dic- tator to imprison and to put to death , and they feared that Fabius , of a mild temper in general , would be as hard to be ap- peased when once irritated , as he was slow to 9014 PLUTARCH .
... his life . For it was in the power of the dic- tator to imprison and to put to death , and they feared that Fabius , of a mild temper in general , would be as hard to be ap- peased when once irritated , as he was slow to 9014 PLUTARCH .
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Page 9023 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Page 9031 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.
Page 9027 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Page 9022 - Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before. "Surely...
Page 9024 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Page 9023 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Page 9028 - THE skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir : It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Page 9028 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 9167 - The Sea • The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 9026 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...