(The British readers). The first (-sixth) reader, ed. by T. Morrison. The literary reader, a companion vol. to the fifth and sixth readers |
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... Thou bell by billows swung ; And , night and day , thy warning words , Repeat with mournful tongue ! Toll for the queenly boat , Wrecked on yon rocky shore ! Sea - weed is in her palace halls ; She rides the surge no more . 2. Toll for ...
... Thou bell by billows swung ; And , night and day , thy warning words , Repeat with mournful tongue ! Toll for the queenly boat , Wrecked on yon rocky shore ! Sea - weed is in her palace halls ; She rides the surge no more . 2. Toll for ...
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... thou art weary and worn ! " And fain was their war - broken soldier to stay ; - But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn , And the voice in my dreaming ear - melted away . CAMPBELL . Fagot . A bundle of sticks or brushwood , bound ...
... thou art weary and worn ! " And fain was their war - broken soldier to stay ; - But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn , And the voice in my dreaming ear - melted away . CAMPBELL . Fagot . A bundle of sticks or brushwood , bound ...
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... thou sip , and sip it up . Make the most of life you may ; Life is short , and wears away . 2. Both alike are mine and thine , Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer , mine's no more , Though repeated to threescore ...
... thou sip , and sip it up . Make the most of life you may ; Life is short , and wears away . 2. Both alike are mine and thine , Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer , mine's no more , Though repeated to threescore ...
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... Thou art to me a stream of sorrow ; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my love - the flower of Yarrow ! 3. He promised me a milk - white horse , To bear me to his father's bowers ; He promised me a little page , To squire me to his ...
... Thou art to me a stream of sorrow ; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my love - the flower of Yarrow ! 3. He promised me a milk - white horse , To bear me to his father's bowers ; He promised me a little page , To squire me to his ...
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... Thou hast no son , thou tender mother ! No longer walk , thou lovely maid- Alas ! thou hast no more a brother ! 10. No longer seek him east or west , No longer search the forest thorough , For , murdered in the night so dark , He lies a ...
... Thou hast no son , thou tender mother ! No longer walk , thou lovely maid- Alas ! thou hast no more a brother ! 10. No longer seek him east or west , No longer search the forest thorough , For , murdered in the night so dark , He lies a ...
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Страница 47 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Страница 96 - Yea, twice the sum : if that will not suffice, I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right do a little wrong ; And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Страница 41 - 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 in his sacred blood...
Страница 40 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Страница 82 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above, And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Страница 16 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Страница 201 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Страница 44 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Страница 29 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — O to abide in the desert with thee!
Страница 83 - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Lite cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.