Geikie's school books. 1st (-6th) reading book, Том 5 |
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... morning streak the east With first approach of light , we must be risen And at our pleasant labour , to reform Yon flowery arbours , yonder alleys green , Our walk at noon , with branches overgrown , That mock our scant manuring , and ...
... morning streak the east With first approach of light , we must be risen And at our pleasant labour , to reform Yon flowery arbours , yonder alleys green , Our walk at noon , with branches overgrown , That mock our scant manuring , and ...
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... morning is com- pared to incense . 4 A clar'ion is a kind of shrill , clear - voiced trumpet . The crow- ing of a cock is compared to its sound . 5 the ech'oing horn of the hunts- man . 6 boast of her'aldry , the sound- ing titles given ...
... morning is com- pared to incense . 4 A clar'ion is a kind of shrill , clear - voiced trumpet . The crow- ing of a cock is compared to its sound . 5 the ech'oing horn of the hunts- man . 6 boast of her'aldry , the sound- ing titles given ...
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... morning clouds refulgent shine , When , at forthcoming of the Lord of Day , The Orient , like a shrine , Kindles as it receives the rising ray , And heralding his way , Proclaims the presence of the power divine . Thus glorious were the ...
... morning clouds refulgent shine , When , at forthcoming of the Lord of Day , The Orient , like a shrine , Kindles as it receives the rising ray , And heralding his way , Proclaims the presence of the power divine . Thus glorious were the ...
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... morning . " The third hour " from six . 12 Caen , a town about 80 miles S.E. of Rouen , in Normandy . 13 Evreux , a Norman town , morning . PIECES FROM SHAKSPEARE . I. EVILS OF WAR . SINCE then my office hath so far prevailed , That ...
... morning . " The third hour " from six . 12 Caen , a town about 80 miles S.E. of Rouen , in Normandy . 13 Evreux , a Norman town , morning . PIECES FROM SHAKSPEARE . I. EVILS OF WAR . SINCE then my office hath so far prevailed , That ...
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... dainty flow'r of May , Or like the morning to the day , Or like the sun , or like the shade , Or like the gourd which Jonas had , E'en such is man ; -whose thread is spun , 76 FIFTH READING BOOK . *Man's Mortality S Wastell.
... dainty flow'r of May , Or like the morning to the day , Or like the sun , or like the shade , Or like the gourd which Jonas had , E'en such is man ; -whose thread is spun , 76 FIFTH READING BOOK . *Man's Mortality S Wastell.
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Стр. 325 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw...
Стр. 115 - Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling; Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering; And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering Out came the children running; All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting...
Стр. 18 - 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, Glistering with dew : fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Стр. 44 - Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Стр. 74 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Стр. 355 - God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home ; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head, Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeled The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Стр. 90 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone: Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own.
Стр. 325 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Стр. 400 - Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around, from all the...
Стр. 325 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...