A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with Biographical and Critical Notices of the Authors : for the Use of Advanced Classes in Public and Private SchoolsSwan, Brewer and Tileston, 1861 - 552 страници |
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... sail the seas , on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way , As the far bell of vesper makes him start , Seeming to weep the dying day's decay . EVENING . - Milton ...
... sail the seas , on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way , As the far bell of vesper makes him start , Seeming to weep the dying day's decay . EVENING . - Milton ...
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... sail , And round his breast the ripples break , As down he bears before the gale . 1 On thy fair bosom , waveless stream , The dipping paddle echoes far , And flashes in the moonlight gleam , And bright reflects the polar star . The ...
... sail , And round his breast the ripples break , As down he bears before the gale . 1 On thy fair bosom , waveless stream , The dipping paddle echoes far , And flashes in the moonlight gleam , And bright reflects the polar star . The ...
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... sailing monster slow Sinks on the anvil - all about the faces fiery grow― " Hurrah ! " they shout , " leap out - leap out ! " bang , bang , the sledges go ; Hurrah ! the jetted lightnings are hissing high and low ; A hailing fount of ...
... sailing monster slow Sinks on the anvil - all about the faces fiery grow― " Hurrah ! " they shout , " leap out - leap out ! " bang , bang , the sledges go ; Hurrah ! the jetted lightnings are hissing high and low ; A hailing fount of ...
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... sail along the sky , softly and tranquilly - even as holy memories go stealing over the vault of life . I am deeply thankful that I could never find it in my heart so to pervert truth as to call the smart villages , with the tricksy ...
... sail along the sky , softly and tranquilly - even as holy memories go stealing over the vault of life . I am deeply thankful that I could never find it in my heart so to pervert truth as to call the smart villages , with the tricksy ...
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... sail . I welcome thee To the parched land , thou wanderer of the sea . Nor I alone- a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee , in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms rise up , and pulses bound Livelier , at coming of the wind of night ...
... sail . I welcome thee To the parched land , thou wanderer of the sea . Nor I alone- a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee , in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms rise up , and pulses bound Livelier , at coming of the wind of night ...
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Страница 224 - The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
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Страница 32 - for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
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