The second Poetical reading book, compiled, with notes, by W. McLeodWalter McLeod 1850 |
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... mountains stain . Oh ! let it not in Gath be known , Nor in the streets of Askelon !? Lest that sad story should excite Their dire delight ! Lest in the torrent of our woe , Their pleasure flow : Lest their triumphant daughters ring ...
... mountains stain . Oh ! let it not in Gath be known , Nor in the streets of Askelon !? Lest that sad story should excite Their dire delight ! Lest in the torrent of our woe , Their pleasure flow : Lest their triumphant daughters ring ...
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... mountain's top , shall look aloft O'er the vague passage of precarious life . THE LAST DAY . Smart . That day of wrath ! that dreadful day ! When heaven and earth shall pass away1 , What power shall be the sinner's stay , How shall he ...
... mountain's top , shall look aloft O'er the vague passage of precarious life . THE LAST DAY . Smart . That day of wrath ! that dreadful day ! When heaven and earth shall pass away1 , What power shall be the sinner's stay , How shall he ...
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... mountains with light and song ; Ye may trace my step o'er the waking earth , By the winds which tell of the violet's birth , By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass , By the green leaves opening as I pass . I have breathed on the ...
... mountains with light and song ; Ye may trace my step o'er the waking earth , By the winds which tell of the violet's birth , By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass , By the green leaves opening as I pass . I have breathed on the ...
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... mountain - brows , They are flinging spray on the forest boughs , They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves , And the earth resounds with the joy of waves . Come forth , O ye children of gladness , come ! Where the violets lie may ...
... mountain - brows , They are flinging spray on the forest boughs , They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves , And the earth resounds with the joy of waves . Come forth , O ye children of gladness , come ! Where the violets lie may ...
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... mountain of ice · cliffs , steep rocks - crowned , covered ; adorned clime , region is , berg . clif . corōna ... mountains of ice , some- times immovably fixed upon some projecting mass in the sea , but gene- rally floating from place ...
... mountain of ice · cliffs , steep rocks - crowned , covered ; adorned clime , region is , berg . clif . corōna ... mountains of ice , some- times immovably fixed upon some projecting mass in the sea , but gene- rally floating from place ...
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Страница 100 - 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 ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Страница 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Страница 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Страница 67 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Страница 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Страница 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Страница 35 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Страница 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Страница 68 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Страница 101 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...