The Globe readers (ed. by A.F. Murison). Primer 1,2; Book 1-6, Книги 6Alexander Falconer Murison 1882 |
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... wave after wave of rosy bloom over the moors , until the very heavens themselves catch the reflection , and bend enamoured over it with double loveliness ! How rich , under the mild blue skies of Autumn , are the russet hues of the ...
... wave after wave of rosy bloom over the moors , until the very heavens themselves catch the reflection , and bend enamoured over it with double loveliness ! How rich , under the mild blue skies of Autumn , are the russet hues of the ...
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... wave of sound has subsided , deeper than before . And how absolute is that silence ! It seems to breathe to become tangible . The solitude is like that of mid - ocean - not a human being in sight , not a trace or a recollection of man ...
... wave of sound has subsided , deeper than before . And how absolute is that silence ! It seems to breathe to become tangible . The solitude is like that of mid - ocean - not a human being in sight , not a trace or a recollection of man ...
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... waves , and rock'd . But in the hills a strong east - wind arose , And came down moaning to the sea ; first squalls Ran black o'er the sea's face , then steady rush'd The breeze , and fill'd the sails , and blew the fire . And wreathed ...
... waves , and rock'd . But in the hills a strong east - wind arose , And came down moaning to the sea ; first squalls Ran black o'er the sea's face , then steady rush'd The breeze , and fill'd the sails , and blew the fire . And wreathed ...
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... waves that had thus fretted the solid rock , or of what element had they been composed ; I felt as completely at fault as Robinson Crusoe did on his discovering the print of the man's foot on the sand . The evening furnished me with ...
... waves that had thus fretted the solid rock , or of what element had they been composed ; I felt as completely at fault as Robinson Crusoe did on his discovering the print of the man's foot on the sand . The evening furnished me with ...
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... waves are tumbling , And , in one baffled roar , Like the toothless sea mumbling A rock - bristled shore , The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling , — Will silence return never more ? Hush ! Still as death , The tempest holds ...
... waves are tumbling , And , in one baffled roar , Like the toothless sea mumbling A rock - bristled shore , The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling , — Will silence return never more ? Hush ! Still as death , The tempest holds ...
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Стр. 418 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Стр. 82 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Стр. 55 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Стр. 239 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...
Стр. 382 - 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.
Стр. 320 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Стр. 84 - And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honorable men. I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
Стр. 240 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 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...
Стр. 321 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day: we may resume The march of our existence: and thus I, Still on thy shores, fair Leman!
Стр. 80 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...