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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... turned away , the soldier said to his officer that he would ' make Menace him repènt it . ' This , wearing the shape of a ménace , naturally rekindled the officer's anger , and inter- cèpted any disposition which might be rising withín ...
... turned away , the soldier said to his officer that he would ' make Menace him repènt it . ' This , wearing the shape of a ménace , naturally rekindled the officer's anger , and inter- cèpted any disposition which might be rising withín ...
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... turned his rein . D'Aumale hath cried for quarter . The Flemish Count is slain . Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale , The field is heaped with bleeding steeds , and flags , and cloven mail . And then we ...
... turned his rein . D'Aumale hath cried for quarter . The Flemish Count is slain . Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale , The field is heaped with bleeding steeds , and flags , and cloven mail . And then we ...
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... turning upon us , even from the threshold of existence ! The faint , faltering accents , struggling in death to give one more assurance of affection ! " Ay ! go to the grave of buried love , and meditate ! there settle the account with ...
... turning upon us , even from the threshold of existence ! The faint , faltering accents , struggling in death to give one more assurance of affection ! " Ay ! go to the grave of buried love , and meditate ! there settle the account with ...
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... turning upon us , even from the threshold of existence ! The faint , faltering accents , struggling in death to give one more assurance of affection ! " Ay ! go to the grave of buried love , and meditate ! there settle the account with ...
... turning upon us , even from the threshold of existence ! The faint , faltering accents , struggling in death to give one more assurance of affection ! " Ay ! go to the grave of buried love , and meditate ! there settle the account with ...
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... turning pole , With her isles of green and her clouds of white , And her 15 waters that lie like fluid light . ' For the Source of glory uncovers His face , And the brightness 150'erflows unbounded space ; And we 12drink , as we go ...
... turning pole , With her isles of green and her clouds of white , And her 15 waters that lie like fluid light . ' For the Source of glory uncovers His face , And the brightness 150'erflows unbounded space ; And we 12drink , as we go ...
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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.