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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... seen him , a sort of personal interest , from the cordial tone of his writings , and the amiable spirit which they breathe . Mr. Irving was born in the city of New York , in the year 1783 , and has lived for many years on the Hudson ...
... seen him , a sort of personal interest , from the cordial tone of his writings , and the amiable spirit which they breathe . Mr. Irving was born in the city of New York , in the year 1783 , and has lived for many years on the Hudson ...
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... seen it . Before any step could be taken in its erection , it was necessary to cut down several thousand trees to obtain a passage through the impenetrable thickets ; and as the work- men advanced , men were posted at certain distances ...
... seen it . Before any step could be taken in its erection , it was necessary to cut down several thousand trees to obtain a passage through the impenetrable thickets ; and as the work- men advanced , men were posted at certain distances ...
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... seen , Last of the spring , yet fresh with all its green For a warm eve and gentle rains at night Have left a sparkling welcome for the light . And there's a crystal clearness all about ; The leaves are sharp , the distant hills look ...
... seen , Last of the spring , yet fresh with all its green For a warm eve and gentle rains at night Have left a sparkling welcome for the light . And there's a crystal clearness all about ; The leaves are sharp , the distant hills look ...
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... valley Crowned by high woodlands , where the Druid oak Stood like Caractacus in act to rally His host , with broad arms ' gainst the thunder stroke And from beneath his bough were seen to sally The 38 THE FIRST CLASS READER .
... valley Crowned by high woodlands , where the Druid oak Stood like Caractacus in act to rally His host , with broad arms ' gainst the thunder stroke And from beneath his bough were seen to sally The 38 THE FIRST CLASS READER .
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... seen to sally The dappled foresters as day awoke . The branching stag swept down with all his herd To quaff a brook that murmured like a bird . Before the mansion lay a lucid lake , Broad as transparent , deep , and freshly fed By a ...
... seen to sally The dappled foresters as day awoke . The branching stag swept down with all his herd To quaff a brook that murmured like a bird . Before the mansion lay a lucid lake , Broad as transparent , deep , and freshly fed By a ...
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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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