The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. BuchanAlexander Winton Buchan 1861 |
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... seen in Egypt going still further south ; but , in other respects , " this is in truth , " to use the words of Mr Yarrell , " a brief but perfect sketch of the history of the Swallow . " - Patterson's Zoology . THE swallow is a bonnie ...
... seen in Egypt going still further south ; but , in other respects , " this is in truth , " to use the words of Mr Yarrell , " a brief but perfect sketch of the history of the Swallow . " - Patterson's Zoology . THE swallow is a bonnie ...
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... seen at sunrise . 4. Why " Cheviot's rueful day ? " 5. What were the names and qualities of master , steed , and hound ? 6. In what way did the three spend the livelong day ? 7. Describe the scene at the thicket that concealed the deer ...
... seen at sunrise . 4. Why " Cheviot's rueful day ? " 5. What were the names and qualities of master , steed , and hound ? 6. In what way did the three spend the livelong day ? 7. Describe the scene at the thicket that concealed the deer ...
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... seen by his warrior train , and he reck'd not that they saw . He look'd upon the dead , and sorrow seem'd to lie , A weight of sorrow , even like lead , pale on the fast - shut eye . He stoop'd - and kiss'd the frozen cheek , and the ...
... seen by his warrior train , and he reck'd not that they saw . He look'd upon the dead , and sorrow seem'd to lie , A weight of sorrow , even like lead , pale on the fast - shut eye . He stoop'd - and kiss'd the frozen cheek , and the ...
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... seen , And thou didst wear , in knightly ring , of all , the stateliest mien ; And thou didst prove , where spears are proved , in war the bravest heart- Oh ! ever the renown'd and loved thou wert - and there thou art ! " Thou that my ...
... seen , And thou didst wear , in knightly ring , of all , the stateliest mien ; And thou didst prove , where spears are proved , in war the bravest heart- Oh ! ever the renown'd and loved thou wert - and there thou art ! " Thou that my ...
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... seen A haunter of the quay ; So at the age of raw thirteen , He took him to the sea , Four years on board a merchantman He sail'd - a growing lad ; And all the isles of Western Ind , In endless summer clad , He knew , from pastoral St ...
... seen A haunter of the quay ; So at the age of raw thirteen , He took him to the sea , Four years on board a merchantman He sail'd - a growing lad ; And all the isles of Western Ind , In endless summer clad , He knew , from pastoral St ...
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Стр. 74 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Стр. 49 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Стр. 27 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Стр. 92 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Стр. 72 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Стр. 96 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Стр. 91 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Стр. 58 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Стр. 59 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Стр. 91 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.