The first (-sixth) 'Standard' reader, Том 5 |
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... tell . But this I know , I love to play Through the meadow among the hay ; Up the water , and over the lea , That's the way for Billy and me . - Hogg . THE BEGGAR MAN . AROUND the fire , one wintry The Way for Billy and.
... tell . But this I know , I love to play Through the meadow among the hay ; Up the water , and over the lea , That's the way for Billy and me . - Hogg . THE BEGGAR MAN . AROUND the fire , one wintry The Way for Billy and.
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... tell me the reason , I pray . " r " In the days of my youth , " Father Willian replied , " I remember'd that youth would fly fast , And abused not my health and my vigor at first , That I never might need them at last . " " You are old ...
... tell me the reason , I pray . " r " In the days of my youth , " Father Willian replied , " I remember'd that youth would fly fast , And abused not my health and my vigor at first , That I never might need them at last . " " You are old ...
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... tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wond'rous things you see , You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm , but how can he , Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make , Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever ...
... tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wond'rous things you see , You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm , but how can he , Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make , Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever ...
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... tell Of a truth what his ailing could be ; And she thought on him last in her prayers at night , And she look'd at him last as she put out the light . And she found him grow worse in the dead of the night , ( Under the gloomy elm - tree ) ...
... tell Of a truth what his ailing could be ; And she thought on him last in her prayers at night , And she look'd at him last as she put out the light . And she found him grow worse in the dead of the night , ( Under the gloomy elm - tree ) ...
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... Tell me of him and no other ! How's my boy - my boy ? S. Dobell . NAPOLEON AND THE SAILOR . NAPOLEON'S banners at Boulogne Arm'd in our island every freeman ; His navy chanced to capture one Poor British seaman . They suffer'd him - I ...
... Tell me of him and no other ! How's my boy - my boy ? S. Dobell . NAPOLEON AND THE SAILOR . NAPOLEON'S banners at Boulogne Arm'd in our island every freeman ; His navy chanced to capture one Poor British seaman . They suffer'd him - I ...
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Стр. 140 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Стр. 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 204 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Стр. 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Стр. 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Стр. 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 96 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Стр. 141 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Стр. 204 - 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. 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.