The English Reader; Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Poetry: From the Most Eminent Modern Writers ... with Explanatory German Notes ...

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F. Vieweg & Son, 1844 - 251 страници

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Страница 213 - We are seven. — — A simple child That lightly' draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl 1 That clustered
Страница 211 - the day; The Moon shines full at his command, And all the Stars obey. I sing the goodness of the Lord, That fill'd the earth with food; He form'd the creatures with his word, And then pronounc'd them good. Lord, how thy wonders are display'd, Where'er I turn my eye! If I survey
Страница 219 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceas'd to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm lias
Страница 213 - Her eyes were fair, and very fair; Her beauty made me glad. ^Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ?«: »How many? Seven in all,« she said. And wondering looked at me. »And where are they? I pray you tell.« She answered »Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the church-yard
Страница 203 - know I am gone, I know it. I feel something rising in my breast,« — putting his hand on his left side, — ;>which tells me so«. And upon Beatty's inquiring whether his pain was very great? he replied, »So great, that he wished he was
Страница 195 - of my country my adopted daughter, Horatia Nelson Thompson; and I desire she will use in future the name of Nelson only. » These are the only favours I ask of my king and country, at this moment when I am going to fight their battle. May God bless my king and country, and all those I hold dear! My relations
Страница 215 - All children of one mother; I could not say in one short day What love they bore' each other. A garland of seven lilies wrought! * Seven sisters that together dwell; But he, bold knight as ever fought, Their father, took of them no thought, He loved the wars so well.
Страница 188 - he served his country with all his heart, and with all his soul, and with all his strength; and, therefore, they loved him as truly and as fervently' as he loved England. They pressed upon the parapet
Страница 222 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred', No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back
Страница 228 - to a fanciful view 6 , To weep for the buds it had left with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seiz'd it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd

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