The class and standard series of reading books. 5 pt. [in 7].1868 |
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... Dead . Teaching of Flowers Mary Howitt Thomson Milton 182 · Leisure Hour 182 • 183 • • 183 • Bryant 184 • 185 • 185 • zine Ditto Ginevra Blackwood's Maga- · Cunningham 186 Rogers 185 Hare and many Friends Hohenlinden , The Battle of ...
... Dead . Teaching of Flowers Mary Howitt Thomson Milton 182 · Leisure Hour 182 • 183 • • 183 • Bryant 184 • 185 • 185 • zine Ditto Ginevra Blackwood's Maga- · Cunningham 186 Rogers 185 Hare and many Friends Hohenlinden , The Battle of ...
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... dead whale lies on the northern shores , And the seal , and the sea - horse grim ; And the death of the great sea - creatures makes A full , merry feast for him . The wild sea - gull , the bold sea - gull , As he screams in his wheeling ...
... dead whale lies on the northern shores , And the seal , and the sea - horse grim ; And the death of the great sea - creatures makes A full , merry feast for him . The wild sea - gull , the bold sea - gull , As he screams in his wheeling ...
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... dead . The king stood still Till the last echo died : then , throwing off The sackcloth from his brow , and laying back The pall from the still features of his child , He bowed his head upon him , and broke forth In the resistless ...
... dead . The king stood still Till the last echo died : then , throwing off The sackcloth from his brow , and laying back The pall from the still features of his child , He bowed his head upon him , and broke forth In the resistless ...
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... dead ; Old times , thought I , are breathing there ; Proud was I that my country bred Such strength , a dignity so fair : She begged an alms , like one in poor estate , I looked at her again , nor did my pride abate . When from these ...
... dead ; Old times , thought I , are breathing there ; Proud was I that my country bred Such strength , a dignity so fair : She begged an alms , like one in poor estate , I looked at her again , nor did my pride abate . When from these ...
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... dead of night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery ! By torch and trumpet fast array'd , Each horseman drew his battle - blade , And furious every charger neigh'd , To join the dreadful revelry . Then shook ...
... dead of night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery ! By torch and trumpet fast array'd , Each horseman drew his battle - blade , And furious every charger neigh'd , To join the dreadful revelry . Then shook ...
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Antonio arms Bassanio beautiful beneath birds black crows blade blood Boling breast breath bright brow cheer Chevy Chase Clan-Alpine's clouds dark death deep deer dewy doth ducats duke duke of Norfolk Earl Douglas earth fair Farewell fear Fitz-James flesh flowers gallant Gaunt gave gentle glen Gratiano green hand haste hath heard heart heaven Highlands hill Inchcape rock king lark Lars Porsena leaves light look Lord loud Lycidas Mary Howitt morning mountain Mowbray Nerissa nest night Nils Juel Norfolk numbers o'er Percy poet Portia primrose Rich ring rock Roderick Dhu rose round Saxon shalt shower Shylock sing skylark smile snow soar song soul sound spear spring steed stood stream summer sweet sword thee Thomas Carew Thomas Mowbray thou art Tirral-la Twas Venice waves wild wind wing winter woods
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Страница 82 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Страница 139 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Страница 73 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Страница 111 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. Shylock. My deeds upon my head ! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
Страница 102 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Страница 103 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Страница 100 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Страница 95 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize. More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Страница 158 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels. Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Страница 103 - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.