Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Nide 6Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, George Henry Warner J. A. Hill, 1902 |
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Sivu 3319 - You are old, father William" the young man said, " And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head — Do you think, at your age, it is right ? " "In my youth," father William replied to his son, " I feared it might injure the brain; But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.
Sivu 3316 - Their shoes were clean and neat And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet. Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more — All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore. The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row. 'The time has come...
Sivu 3195 - Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeRoad, what hard work 'tis crying all day, 'Knives and Scissors to grind, O'! "Tell me, Knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives? Did some rich man tyrannically use you? Was it the squire? or parson of the parish? Or the attorney? "Was it the squire, for killing of his game, or Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining? Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? "(Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion...
Sivu 3233 - Hast thou not a heart; canst thou not suffer whatsoever it be; and, as a Child of Freedom, though outcast, trample Tophet itself under thy feet, while it consumes thee ? Let it come, then ; I will meet it and defy it...
Sivu 3166 - Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career : Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell ! The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there ! Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air ; On Prague's proud arch...
Sivu 3179 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Sivu 3242 - The latest gospel in this world is, Know thy work and do it. "Know thyself": long enough has that poor "self" of thine tormented thee; thou wilt never get to "know" it, I believe! , Think it not thy business, this of knowing thyself; thou art an unknowable individual: know what thou canst work at; and work at it, like a Hercules ! That will be thy better plan.
Sivu 3174 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, and this, Lord Ullin's daughter; And fast before her father's men three days we've fled together; For, should he find us in the glen, my blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; should they our steps discover, Then...
Sivu 3105 - THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead ; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
Sivu 3165 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! — Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep those lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high ! And swear for her to live ! — with her to die...