The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Selections and Masterpieces from Their Writings ...
Fifth avenue library society, 1899
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and ...
John Clark Ridpath
No preview available - 2015
appeared arms beautiful became body born bright brought called carried child Church close continued dark death died earth educated England English entered eyes face fall father feel feet followed four give hand head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human hundred Italy kind king known land learned leaves less light live look master means mind mother nature never night once passed poems poet poor present published Quincey race received rest rise round seemed side soul speak spirit stand success thee things thou thought took turned voice volumes whole write York young
Page 390 - Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh ; and that which is born of the Spirit is Spirit. Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.
Page 287 - Our two souls, therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two: Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth if th
Page 352 - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land ! Majestic monarch of the cloud!
Page 226 - If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot.
Page 415 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 416 - In thy felonious heart though venom lies, It does but touch thy Irish pen, and dies. Thy genius calls thee not to purchase fame In keen iambics, but mild anagram. Leave writing plays, and choose for thy command Some peaceful province in acrostic land. There thou may'st wings display and altars raise, And torture one poor word ten thousand ways. Or, if thou wouldst thy different talents suit, Set thy own songs, and sing them to thy lute.
Page 307 - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite, But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you, — With a fa, la, la, la, la!
Page 413 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst: For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Page 425 - And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.