Readings from the best authors, ed. by A.H. Bryce, Vydanie 10Archibald Hamilton Bryce 1862 |
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Strana 11
... to his heart . In that moment , no doubt , all that had cast a slight passing cloud over their long and pure friendship was forgotten . It was now between seven and eight in the morning . He DEATH OF WILLIAM THE THIRD . 11.
... to his heart . In that moment , no doubt , all that had cast a slight passing cloud over their long and pure friendship was forgotten . It was now between seven and eight in the morning . He DEATH OF WILLIAM THE THIRD . 11.
Strana 13
... passed from pusillanimous fear to the apathy of despair . His children were brought to his room , that he might take leave of them , and were followed by his wife . He spoke to her kindly , but without emotion . Though she was a woman ...
... passed from pusillanimous fear to the apathy of despair . His children were brought to his room , that he might take leave of them , and were followed by his wife . He spoke to her kindly , but without emotion . Though she was a woman ...
Strana 14
Archibald Hamilton Bryce. As he passed along the ranks of the guards he saluted them with a smile , and mounted the scaffold with a firm tread . Tower Hill was covered up to the chimney tops with an in- numerable multitude of gazers ...
Archibald Hamilton Bryce. As he passed along the ranks of the guards he saluted them with a smile , and mounted the scaffold with a firm tread . Tower Hill was covered up to the chimney tops with an in- numerable multitude of gazers ...
Strana 22
... passing ! It tolled one when the firing began ; and is now pointing towards five , and still the firing slacks not . Far down , in their vaults , the seven prisoners hear muffled din as of earthquakes ; their turnkeys answer vaguely ...
... passing ! It tolled one when the firing began ; and is now pointing towards five , and still the firing slacks not . Far down , in their vaults , the seven prisoners hear muffled din as of earthquakes ; their turnkeys answer vaguely ...
Strana 41
... passed the wayside . houses on the road to Grassmere , by the sound of psalms : but he saw he heard not ; when the last sound of the spade rebounded from the smooth arch of the grave , he was not by , but all the while he was lying ...
... passed the wayside . houses on the road to Grassmere , by the sound of psalms : but he saw he heard not ; when the last sound of the spade rebounded from the smooth arch of the grave , he was not by , but all the while he was lying ...
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Populárne pasáže
Strana 297 - Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Strana 281 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Strana 85 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Strana 252 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Strana 281 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew...
Strana 166 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Strana 201 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Strana 238 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Strana 296 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy, But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Strana 237 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...