The class and standard series of reading books. 5 pt. [in 7].1868 |
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... voice went up Strongly and fervently . He prayed for those Whose love had been his shield ; and his deep tones Grew tremulous . But , oh ! for Absalom- For his estranged , misguided Absalom- The proud , bright being , who had burst away ...
... voice went up Strongly and fervently . He prayed for those Whose love had been his shield ; and his deep tones Grew tremulous . But , oh ! for Absalom- For his estranged , misguided Absalom- The proud , bright being , who had burst away ...
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... voices of the young ; And life will pass me in the mantling blush , And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung ; - But thou no more , with thy sweet voice , shall come To meet me , Absalom ! ' And , oh ! when I am stricken , and my ...
... voices of the young ; And life will pass me in the mantling blush , And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung ; - But thou no more , with thy sweet voice , shall come To meet me , Absalom ! ' And , oh ! when I am stricken , and my ...
Стр. 24
... voice , ' Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self Between me and my choice ! ' A fall of water swollen with snows brier - rose , Thus spake to a poor That , all bespatter'd with his foam , And dancing high , and dancing low , Was living ...
... voice , ' Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self Between me and my choice ! ' A fall of water swollen with snows brier - rose , Thus spake to a poor That , all bespatter'd with his foam , And dancing high , and dancing low , Was living ...
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... voice , or none . ' What more he said I cannot tell . The stream came thundering down the dell , And gallop'd loud and fast ; I listen'd , nor aught else could hear : The brier quaked , and much I fear Those accents were his last ...
... voice , or none . ' What more he said I cannot tell . The stream came thundering down the dell , And gallop'd loud and fast ; I listen'd , nor aught else could hear : The brier quaked , and much I fear Those accents were his last ...
Стр. 28
... voice in my dreaming ear melted away . Campbell . THE INCHCAPE BELL . No stir in the air , no stir in the sea , The ship was still as ship might be : Her sails from heaven received no motion , Her keel was steady in the ocean . Without ...
... voice in my dreaming ear melted away . Campbell . THE INCHCAPE BELL . No stir in the air , no stir in the sea , The ship was still as ship might be : Her sails from heaven received no motion , Her keel was steady in the ocean . Without ...
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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.