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The World's Greatest Books — Volume 01 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 02 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 03 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 04 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 05 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 06 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 07 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 08 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 09 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 10 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 11 — Ancient and Mediæval History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 12 — Modern History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 13 — Religion and Philosophy от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 14 — Philosophy and Economics от Неизвестный
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The world's greatest books от Mee, Arthur, 1875-1943, joint editor & Hammerton, John Alexander, Sir, 1871-1949, joint editor & McClure, S. S. (Samuel Sidney), 1857-1949, joint editor
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 19 — Travel and Adventure от Неизвестный
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Wide o'er a willing world shall he

Contented rule, and to thy throne shall bend

Submissive. Thou in thy tremendous car

Shalt shake Olympus' head, and at our groves

Polluted hurl thy dreadful bolts.

THE STRENGTH OF INNOCENCE

The man of life, unstained and free from craft,

Ne'er needs, my Fuscus, Moorish darts to throw;

He needs no quiver filled with venomed shaft,

Nor e'er a bow.

Whether he fare thro' Afric's boiling shoals,

Or o'er the Caucasus inhospitable,

Or where the great Hydaspes river rolls,

Renowned in fable.

Once in a Sabine forest as I strayed

Beyond my boundary, by fancy charmed,

Singing my Lalage, a wolf, afraid,

Shunned me unarmed.

The broad oak-woods of hardy Daunia,

Rear no such monster mid their fiercest scions,

Nor Juba's arid Mauretania,

The nurse of lions.

Set me where, in the heart of frozen plains,

No tree is freshened by a summer wind,

A quarter of the globe enthralled by rains,

And Jove unkind;

Or set me 'neath the chariot of the Sun,

Where, overnear his fires, no homes may be;

I'll love, for her sweet smile and voice, but one—

My Lalage.

TRANQUILLITY

Should fortune frown, live thou serene;

Nor let thy spirit rise too high,

Though kinder grown she change the scene;

Bethink thee, Delius, thou must die.

Whether thy slow days mournful pass,

Or swiftly joyous fleet away,

While thou reclining on the grass

Dost bless with wine the festal day.

Where poplar white and giant pine

Ward off the inhospitable beam;

Where their luxuriant branches twine,

Where bickers down its course the stream,

Here bid them perfumes bring, and wine,

And the fair rose's short-lived flower,

While youth and fortune and the twine

Spun by the Sisters, grant an hour.

We all must tread the path of Fate,

And ever shakes the fateful urn,

Whose lot embarks us, soon or late,

On Charon's boat—beyond return.

TO A FAIR DECEIVER

Did any punishment attend

Thy former perjuries,

I should believe a second time,

Thy charming flatteries:

Did but one wrinkle mark thy face

Or hadst thou lost one single grace.

No sooner hast thou, with false vows,

Provoked the powers above,

But thou art fairer than before,

And we are more in love.

Thus Heaven and Earth seem to declare

They pardon falsehood in the fair.

The nymphs, and cruel Cupid too,

Sharpening his pointed dart

On an old home besmeared with blood,

Forbear thy perjured heart.

Fresh youth grows up to wear thy chains,

And the old slave no freedom gains.

THE GOLDEN MEAN

The man who follows Wisdom's voice,

And makes the Golden Mean his choice,

Nor plunged in squalid gloomy cells

Midst hoary desolation dwells;

Nor to allure the envious eye

Rears a proud palace to the sky;

The man whose steadfast soul can bear

Fortune indulgent or severe,

Hopes when she frowns, and when she smiles

With cautious fear eludes her wiles.

TO THE FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA

Bandusia's Well, that crystal dost outshine,

Worthy art thou of festal wine and wreath!

An offered kid to-morrow shall be thine,

Whose swelling brows his earliest horns unsheath.

And mark him for the feats of love and strife.

In vain: for this same youngling from the fold

Of playful goats shall with his crimson life

Incarnadine thy waters fresh and cold.

The blazing Dog-star's unrelenting hour

Can touch thee not: to roaming herd or bulls

O'erwrought by plough, thou giv'st a shady bower,

Thou shalt be one of Earth's renowned pools!

For I shall sing thy grotto ilex-crowned,

Whence fall thy waters of the babbling sound.

TO THE GOD FAUNUS

O Faun-god, wooer of each nymph that flees,

Come, cross my land! Across those sunny leas,

Tread thou benign, and all my flock's increase

Bless ere thou go.

In each full year a tender kid be slain,

If Venus' mate, the bowl, be charged amain

With wine, and incense thick the altar stain

Of long ago.

The herds disport upon the grassy ground,

When in thy name December's Nones come round;

Idling on meads the thorpe, with steers unbound,

Its joys doth show.

Amid emboldened lambs the wolf roams free;

The forest sheds its leafage wild for thee;

And thrice the delver stamps his foot in glee

On earth, his foe.

AN ENVOI

Now have I reared memorial to last

More durable than brass, and to o'ertop

The pile of royal pyramids. No waste

Of rain or ravening Boreas hath power

To ruin it, nor lapse of time to come

In the innumerable round of years.

I shall not wholly die; great part of me

Shall 'scape the Funeral Goddess. Evermore

Fresh shall my honours grow, while pontiffs still

Do climb the Capitol with silent maid.

It shall be told where brawls the Aufidus

In fury, and where Daunus poor in streams

Once reigned o'er rural tribes, it shall be told

That Horace rose from lowliness to fame

And first adapted to Italian strains

The Æolian lay. Assume the eminence,

My own Melpomene, which merit won,

And deign to wreath my hair in Delphic bays.

VICTOR HUGO[I]

Hernani Persons in the Drama

Hernani

A Mountaineer

Charles V. of Spain

A Page

Don Ricardo

Soldiers

Don Ruy Gomez

Conspirators

Doña Sol

Retainers

Date of action, 1519.

Act I

Scene—King Charles and some of his noblemen are creeping into the courtyard of the palace of Don Ruy Gomez de Silva at Saragossa. It is midnight, and the palace is dark, save for a dim light coming from a balcony window.

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