The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the World's Great Writers, Ancient, Mediaeval, and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes and Critical Essays by Many Eminent Writers, Volume 1Richard Garnett |
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... Night , Before the all - seeing eye , whose beams reveal his presence , Gleaming like brilliant flames , to nation ... nights and spying out all creatures . Surya with flaming locks , clear - sighted , god of day , Thy seven ruddy mares ...
... Night , Before the all - seeing eye , whose beams reveal his presence , Gleaming like brilliant flames , to nation ... nights and spying out all creatures . Surya with flaming locks , clear - sighted , god of day , Thy seven ruddy mares ...
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... all this teeming Universe ? In the receptacle of what was it contained ? Was it enveloped in the gulf profound of water ? Then was there neither death nor immortality , Then was there neither day , nor night , nor 16 ANCIENT INDIAN HYMNS .
... all this teeming Universe ? In the receptacle of what was it contained ? Was it enveloped in the gulf profound of water ? Then was there neither death nor immortality , Then was there neither day , nor night , nor 16 ANCIENT INDIAN HYMNS .
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... night , nor light , nor darkness , Only the existent One breathed calmly , self - contained . Naught else than him there was naught else above , beyond . Then first came darkness hid in darkness , gloom in gloom . Next all was water ...
... night , nor light , nor darkness , Only the existent One breathed calmly , self - contained . Naught else than him there was naught else above , beyond . Then first came darkness hid in darkness , gloom in gloom . Next all was water ...
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... Night is my last example . It is taken from the tenth Mandala of the Rig - veda : - HYMN TO NIGHT . The goddess Night arrives in all her glory , Looking about her with her countless eyes . She , the immortal goddess , throws her veil ...
... Night is my last example . It is taken from the tenth Mandala of the Rig - veda : - HYMN TO NIGHT . The goddess Night arrives in all her glory , Looking about her with her countless eyes . She , the immortal goddess , throws her veil ...
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... night , led by three chains , Fierce - eyed , with nostrils wide and tossing mane , Unshod , unsaddled , for no rider yet Had crossed him . Three times each young Sakya Sprang to his mighty back , but the hot steed Furiously reared ...
... night , led by three chains , Fierce - eyed , with nostrils wide and tossing mane , Unshod , unsaddled , for no rider yet Had crossed him . Three times each young Sakya Sprang to his mighty back , but the hot steed Furiously reared ...
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Page 452 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank; But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Page 446 - Then none was for a party ; Then all were for the state ; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great ; Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold : The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.
Page 171 - Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead. force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 454 - When the oldest cask is opened, And the largest lamp is lit ; When the chestnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit ; When young and old in circle Around the firebrands close ; When the girls are weaving baskets, And the lads are shaping bows...
Page 26 - For he that will love life, and see good days, let him refrain his tongue from evil, and his lips that they speak no guile: let him eschew evil, and do good; let him seek peace, and ensue it.
Page 304 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Page 448 - Then, whirling up his broadsword With both hands to the height, He rushed against Horatius, And smote with all his might. With shield and blade Horatius Right deftly turned the blow: The blow, though turned, came yet too nigh; It missed his helm, but gashed his thigh : The Tuscans raised a joyful cry To see the red blood flow.
Page 444 - To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Page 439 - Tall are the oaks whose acorns Drop in dark Auser's rill; Fat are the stags that champ the boughs Of the Ciminian hill; Beyond all streams Clitumnus Is to the herdsman dear; Best of all pools the fowler loves The great Volsinian mere.
Page 222 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.