Charles Herbert Sylvester

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Charles Herbert Sylvester Journeys Through Bookland, Vol…

At last, up from beneath there was a sharp crack and a loud cry. The crack was neither the snapping of a branch, nor the tapping of a woodpecker; the cry was neither the scream of the parrot, nor the howl of the monkey,—
“That was a whip’s crack,” said Yeo, “and a woman’s wail. They are close here, lads!”
“A woman’s? Do they drive women in their gangs?” asked Amyas.
“Why not, the brutes? There they are, sir. Did you see their basnets glitter?”
“Men!” said Amyas in a low voice, “I trust you all not to shoot till I do. Then give them one arrow, out swords, and at them! Pass the word along.”
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Charles Herbert Sylvester Journeys Through Bookland, Vol…

It must surely be a brave world that has such people in it.”
The king of Naples was almost as much astonished at the beauty and excellent graces of the young Miranda as his son had been.
“Who is this maid?” said he; “she seems the goddess that has parted us, and brought us thus together.”
“No, sir,” answered Ferdinand, smiling to find his father had fallen into the same mistake that he had done when he first saw Miranda, “she is a mortal, but by immortal Providence she is mine; I chose her when I could not ask you, my father, for your consent, not thinking you were alive.
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Charles Herbert Sylvester Journeys Through Bookland, Vol…

After doing our best, we can find only a great, shadowy Author who must have had a broad knowledge, a rare invention, a profound insight into human nature, a penetrating sympathy and a marvelous power of expression. As seen through his works, he appears more than human, but when we look into our histories, we wonder that so great a man could have lived and died, and left so light an impression on his times. In fact, some wise men have felt that the William Shakespeare we know could never have written the great plays that bear his name.
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