The Progressive English reading books, Том 4 |
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... sleep , Low in the ground . The storm that wrecks the wintry sky , No more disturbs their deep repose Than summer evening's latest sigh , That shuts the rose . I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil ; To ...
... sleep , Low in the ground . The storm that wrecks the wintry sky , No more disturbs their deep repose Than summer evening's latest sigh , That shuts the rose . I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil ; To ...
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... sleep so beautiful and calm , so free from trace of pain , so fair to look upon . She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God , and waiting for the breath of life ; not one who had lived and suffered death . Her couch was dressed ...
... sleep so beautiful and calm , so free from trace of pain , so fair to look upon . She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God , and waiting for the breath of life ; not one who had lived and suffered death . Her couch was dressed ...
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... sleep . They could tell by what she faintly uttered in her dreams that they were of her wanderings with the old man ; they were of no pain- ful scenes , but of those who had helped them and used them kindly ; for she often said , " God ...
... sleep . They could tell by what she faintly uttered in her dreams that they were of her wanderings with the old man ; they were of no pain- ful scenes , but of those who had helped them and used them kindly ; for she often said , " God ...
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... sleep , That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I saw the last of human mould , That shall Creation's death behold , As Adam saw her prime . The Sun's eye had a sickly glare , The Earth with age was wan , The ...
... sleep , That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I saw the last of human mould , That shall Creation's death behold , As Adam saw her prime . The Sun's eye had a sickly glare , The Earth with age was wan , The ...
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... sleeping babe . There was an answer- ing voice That night in dreams : - " " Thou hast a little bud Wrapped in thy breast , and fed with dews of love : Give me that bud - ' twill be a flower in heaven . " But there was silence ; yea , a ...
... sleeping babe . There was an answer- ing voice That night in dreams : - " " Thou hast a little bud Wrapped in thy breast , and fed with dews of love : Give me that bud - ' twill be a flower in heaven . " But there was silence ; yea , a ...
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ancient animals appeared arms battle bear beauty beneath blood body brow called cause close dark dead death deep earth East enemy entered face fall fear feel feet fell field fire followed gave give glory hand head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour houses human hundred Italy king land length light living look Lord mark miles morning mountain nature never night noble o'er once passed plain present reached rest rise rock Rome round scene seemed seen ships shore side sight sleep smile soon sound stand stood streets tell thee thing thou thought thousand town trees turned valley voice walls wave whole wild wind wonderful
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Стр. 397 - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Стр. 363 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Стр. 302 - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Стр. 363 - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
Стр. 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago 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...
Стр. 317 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Стр. 47 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Стр. 364 - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Стр. 95 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.