The illustrated public school speaker and reader based on grammatical analysis: a selection of pieces, by A.K. Isbister1870 - 382 страници |
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... smile ; His ready smile a parent's warmth express'd ; - · 91 G ; H I ; J а 2a , A Ꭺ B C A B ARGDEGHA Their welfare pleased him , | - and their cares distress'd : - E ; F To them his heart , his love , his griefs were given , - But all ...
... smile ; His ready smile a parent's warmth express'd ; - · 91 G ; H I ; J а 2a , A Ꭺ B C A B ARGDEGHA Their welfare pleased him , | - and their cares distress'd : - E ; F To them his heart , his love , his griefs were given , - But all ...
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... smile a figure coming in . Yes YES . No other stranger would have shed those tears at sight of him - called him her DEAR boy her PRETTY boy her own - poor - BLIGHTED child . No other woman would have stooped down by his bed and taken up ...
... smile a figure coming in . Yes YES . No other stranger would have shed those tears at sight of him - called him her DEAR boy her PRETTY boy her own - poor - BLIGHTED child . No other woman would have stooped down by his bed and taken up ...
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... troops awaked ? Or do they still , as if with opium drugged , Snore to the murmurs of the Atlantic wave ? Is India free ? and does she wear her plumed D And jewelled turban with a smile of peace , Or DESCRIPTIVE EXTRACTS . 33.
... troops awaked ? Or do they still , as if with opium drugged , Snore to the murmurs of the Atlantic wave ? Is India free ? and does she wear her plumed D And jewelled turban with a smile of peace , Or DESCRIPTIVE EXTRACTS . 33.
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Alexander Kennedy Isbister. And jewelled turban with a smile of peace , Or do we grind her still ? The grand debate ... smiling in the fond arms of that old father , is a sweet image to look on . The Princess wrote verses herself , and ...
Alexander Kennedy Isbister. And jewelled turban with a smile of peace , Or do we grind her still ? The grand debate ... smiling in the fond arms of that old father , is a sweet image to look on . The Princess wrote verses herself , and ...
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... smiling courtiers tread One silent woman stands , Lifting with meagre hands A dying head . " No mingling voices sound- An infant wail alone ; A sob suppressed - again That short , deep gasp , and then- The parting groan . Oh , change ...
... smiling courtiers tread One silent woman stands , Lifting with meagre hands A dying head . " No mingling voices sound- An infant wail alone ; A sob suppressed - again That short , deep gasp , and then- The parting groan . Oh , change ...
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Страница 191 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Страница 55 - What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Страница 159 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in...
Страница 156 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Страница 159 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Страница 72 - Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels) In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright, At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Страница 217 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Страница 250 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Страница 179 - THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece, Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Страница 53 - Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.