The second Poetical reading book, compiled, with notes, by W. McLeodWalter McLeod 1850 |
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... shore , The Lord himself will stand reveal'd . When , ' midst the throng celestial placed , The bright Original I see , From which thy sacred page was traced , Sweet book , I've no more need of thee . But while I'm here , thou shalt ...
... shore , The Lord himself will stand reveal'd . When , ' midst the throng celestial placed , The bright Original I see , From which thy sacred page was traced , Sweet book , I've no more need of thee . But while I'm here , thou shalt ...
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... shores of solemn pine , Where wolves and black bears prowl ; And away to the rocky isles of mist , To rouse the northern fowl . And there in wastes of the silent sky , With. The Polar bear is all white , ex- cept the tip of the nose and ...
... shores of solemn pine , Where wolves and black bears prowl ; And away to the rocky isles of mist , To rouse the northern fowl . And there in wastes of the silent sky , With. The Polar bear is all white , ex- cept the tip of the nose and ...
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... shores , Views not a realm so bountiful and fair , Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the magnet of his soul , Touch'd by remembrance , trembles to that pole : For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace , The ...
... shores , Views not a realm so bountiful and fair , Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the magnet of his soul , Touch'd by remembrance , trembles to that pole : For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace , The ...
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... shore of the Firth of Forth , in Scotland . He went to sea when he was twenty years of age ; at the expiration of four years he returned to his native place , where he remained for some time . He then sailed , with the famous Captain ...
... shore of the Firth of Forth , in Scotland . He went to sea when he was twenty years of age ; at the expiration of four years he returned to his native place , where he remained for some time . He then sailed , with the famous Captain ...
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... shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more . My friends , do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh , tell me I yet have a friend , Though a friend I am never to see . 1 How fleet is a glance ...
... shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more . My friends , do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh , tell me I yet have a friend , Though a friend I am never to see . 1 How fleet is a glance ...
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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...