The class and standard series of reading books. 5 pt. [in 7].1868 |
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... thou shouldst die ; Thou , who wert made so beautifully fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye , And leave his stillness in this clustering hair . How could he mark thee for the silent tomb , My proud boy Absalom ! ' Cold ...
... thou shouldst die ; Thou , who wert made so beautifully fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye , And leave his stillness in this clustering hair . How could he mark thee for the silent tomb , My proud boy Absalom ! ' Cold ...
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... thou no more , with thy sweet voice , shall come To meet me , Absalom ! ' And , oh ! when I am stricken , and my heart , Like a bruised reed , is waiting to be broken , How will its love for thee , as I depart , - Yearn for thine ear to ...
... thou no more , with thy sweet voice , shall come To meet me , Absalom ! ' And , oh ! when I am stricken , and my heart , Like a bruised reed , is waiting to be broken , How will its love for thee , as I depart , - Yearn for thine ear to ...
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... thou sayest , so let it be . ' And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three . For Romans in Rome's quarrel Spared neither land nor gold , Nor son nor wife , nor limb nor life , In the brave days of old . The ...
... thou sayest , so let it be . ' And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three . For Romans in Rome's quarrel Spared neither land nor gold , Nor son nor wife , nor limb nor life , In the brave days of old . The ...
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... rolls by the towers of Rome . ' Oh , Tiber ! father Tiber ! To whom the Romans pray , A Roman's life , a Roman's arms , Take thou in charge this day ! ' So he spake , and speaking sheathed The good sword 16 HORATIUS .
... rolls by the towers of Rome . ' Oh , Tiber ! father Tiber ! To whom the Romans pray , A Roman's life , a Roman's arms , Take thou in charge this day ! ' So he spake , and speaking sheathed The good sword 16 HORATIUS .
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... thou shouldst ever come to Modena , Stop at a palace near the Reggio Gate , Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini . Its noble gardens , terrace above terrace , And rich in fountains , statues , cypresses , Will long detain thee ; but ...
... thou shouldst ever come to Modena , Stop at a palace near the Reggio Gate , Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini . Its noble gardens , terrace above terrace , And rich in fountains , statues , cypresses , Will long detain thee ; but ...
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Antonio arms Bassanio beautiful beneath birds black crows blade blood bold Boling breast breath bright brow cheer Chevy Chase Clan-Alpine's clouds dark death deep deer doth dread ducats duke of Norfolk Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth fair Farewell fear Fitz-James flesh flowers gallant Gaunt gave gentle glen Gratiano green ground hand haste hath hear heard heart heaven Highlands hill Inchcape rock king lance lark Lars Porsena leaves light look Lord loud Lycidas Mary Howitt morning mountain Mowbray Nerissa nest night Nils Juel numbers o'er Percy poet Portia primrose Rich ring rock Roderick Dhu rose Saxon shalt shout shower Shylock sing skylark smile soar song soul sound spear spring steed stood stream summer sweet sword thee Thomas Mowbray thou art Tirral-la Twas Venice waves wild wind wing winter woods
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Стр. 82 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Стр. 139 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Стр. 73 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 111 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. Shylock. My deeds upon my head ! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
Стр. 102 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Стр. 103 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Стр. 100 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Стр. 95 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize. More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Стр. 158 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels. Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Стр. 103 - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.