Taalstudie, Volumes 7-8Blom & Olivierse, 1886 |
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Page 344 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the rich! — She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 85 - Lord standeth up to plead, and standeth to judge the people; the Lord will enter into judgment with the ancients of his people, and the princes thereof: for ye have eaten up the vineyard ; the spoil of the poor is in your houses. " What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the faces of the poor ?
Page 179 - Denn wo das Strenge mit dem Zarten, Wo Starkes sich und Mildes paarten, Da gibt es einen guten Klang.
Page 138 - L'arbre étant pris pour juge, Ce fut bien pis encore. Il servait de refuge Contre le chaud, la pluie et la fureur des vents : Pour nous seuls il ornait les jardins et les champs. L'ombrage n'était pas le seul bien qu'il sût faire : II courbait sous les fruits.
Page 290 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 278 - Liberté, liberté, que tout mortel te rende hommage, Tyrans, tremblez, vous allez expier vos forfaits, Plutôt la mort que l'esclavage, C'est la devise des Français.
Page 89 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Page 31 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow : so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy ; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried ' Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Page 165 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
Page 89 - For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person: yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not expelled from him.