The first (-sixth) 'Standard' reader, Том 5 |
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... hand they hear Low tapping at the bolted door , And thus , to gain their willing ear , A feeble voice was heard t ... hands in theirs ; And busily the good old dame A comfortable mess prepares . Their kindness cheer'd his drooping soul ...
... hand they hear Low tapping at the bolted door , And thus , to gain their willing ear , A feeble voice was heard t ... hands in theirs ; And busily the good old dame A comfortable mess prepares . Their kindness cheer'd his drooping soul ...
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... gate . That pavement damp and cold , No smiling courtiers tread ; One silent woman stands Lifting with meagre hands A dying head . " No mingling voices sound-- An infant wail alone ; A 12 THE FIFTH STANDARD ' READER .
... gate . That pavement damp and cold , No smiling courtiers tread ; One silent woman stands Lifting with meagre hands A dying head . " No mingling voices sound-- An infant wail alone ; A 12 THE FIFTH STANDARD ' READER .
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... hand she held her hat , Which the wild wind sway'd ; And purple were the feet Of the scarecrow maid . More happy than a queen , Though scanty was her food , The child that sang her song To that clapper music rude . This , the maiden's ...
... hand she held her hat , Which the wild wind sway'd ; And purple were the feet Of the scarecrow maid . More happy than a queen , Though scanty was her food , The child that sang her song To that clapper music rude . This , the maiden's ...
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... hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free , For his soul we do know is to heaven a - fled , Where no pain is a - known , and no tears are a - shed . W. Barnes . THE SANDS O ' DEE . " O MARY ! go and call the cattle ...
... hands are at rest , And he's now from his pain a - set free , For his soul we do know is to heaven a - fled , Where no pain is a - known , and no tears are a - shed . W. Barnes . THE SANDS O ' DEE . " O MARY ! go and call the cattle ...
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... hands For those who will never come home to the town ; For men must work , and women must weep , And the sooner ' tis over , the sooner to sleep , And good - bye to the bar and its moaning . YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND . YE mariners of ...
... hands For those who will never come home to the town ; For men must work , and women must weep , And the sooner ' tis over , the sooner to sleep , And good - bye to the bar and its moaning . YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND . YE mariners of ...
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Страница 140 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Страница 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Страница 204 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Страница 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Страница 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Страница 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Страница 96 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Страница 141 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Страница 204 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note— As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Страница 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.