The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volume 21
Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl
The Clarke company, limited, 1899 - Anthologies
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Adelbert von Chamisso Angela arms Augereau Baron beautiful began Bennet Bertalda Bucentaure called Captain carabineers Charles Lamb Charney Chevalier child Colonel command cried dark dear death door dreams Elizabeth enemy exclaimed eyes Fabrice face father Faust fear feel fell fire Fitz-Greene Halleck French frigate Fritz Goethe gold Hakon hand head heard heart heaven honor hour Huldbrand hussar JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Karker KARL THEODOR KORNER knew Lady light live looked Lord Lord Castlereagh lost Mephistopheles mind morning Napoleon never night o'er once Oudinot passed play poor relation of ideas replied returned Rip Van Winkle rose round sail Saint-Cyr seemed ship silence soon soul spirit stood strange stranger tears tell thee thine things thou thought took trees turned Undine Vertua voice wife Winkle wish words young
Page 300 - To HIM who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and .she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 303 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 302 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 367 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror...
Page 21 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 22 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 368 - Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
Page 366 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 306 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 302 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.