The Ackworth reading book, being selections from the best English authors in prose and poetry, for the use of Ackworth school, by W. Pollard1865 |
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... gave himself up and was brought into the king's court , but not to the king's presence ; though the king , to satisfy his curiosity , saw him sometimes out of a window or in passage . He was in show at liberty , but guarded with all ...
... gave himself up and was brought into the king's court , but not to the king's presence ; though the king , to satisfy his curiosity , saw him sometimes out of a window or in passage . He was in show at liberty , but guarded with all ...
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... gave way against the morning beam of reformation . If God had left undone this whole work , so con- trary to flesh and blood , till these times , how should we have yielded to his heavenly call had we been taken , as they were , in the ...
... gave way against the morning beam of reformation . If God had left undone this whole work , so con- trary to flesh and blood , till these times , how should we have yielded to his heavenly call had we been taken , as they were , in the ...
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... gave me ; and in return I thankfully laid down the book , and was no more sad , at least on that occasion . In the midst of these cogitations , apprehensions , and reflections , it came into my thoughts one day , that all this might be ...
... gave me ; and in return I thankfully laid down the book , and was no more sad , at least on that occasion . In the midst of these cogitations , apprehensions , and reflections , it came into my thoughts one day , that all this might be ...
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... gave me the vapours again to the highest degree ; so that I shook with cold like one in an ague , and I went home again , filled with the belief that some man or men had been on shore there ; or , in short , that the island was inha ...
... gave me the vapours again to the highest degree ; so that I shook with cold like one in an ague , and I went home again , filled with the belief that some man or men had been on shore there ; or , in short , that the island was inha ...
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... gave it over , and resolved to look out a great block of hard wood , which I found indeed much easier : and , getting one as big as I had strength to stir , I rounded it , and formed it on the outside with my axe and hatchet : and then ...
... gave it over , and resolved to look out a great block of hard wood , which I found indeed much easier : and , getting one as big as I had strength to stir , I rounded it , and formed it on the outside with my axe and hatchet : and then ...
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Страница 370 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Страница 388 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 62 - And he gave it for his opinion, " that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground, where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than, the whole race of politicians put together.
Страница 392 - 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; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Страница 367 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man. That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Страница 421 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Страница 369 - So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Страница 386 - Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Страница 393 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide. A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
Страница 421 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.