Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Книги 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... play is seen , the work of the day is over . The young Londoner 20 makes few friends , and if he makes them they are like himself . The late Dr. Guthrie , ' while in London , mixed much with city as well as country bred young men . He ...
... play is seen , the work of the day is over . The young Londoner 20 makes few friends , and if he makes them they are like himself . The late Dr. Guthrie , ' while in London , mixed much with city as well as country bred young men . He ...
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... Play me no tricks , " said Lord Ronald , " For I am yours in word and in deed . Play me no tricks , " said Lord Ronald- " Your riddle is hard to read . " Oh , and proudly stood she up ! Her heart within her did not fail : She looked ...
... Play me no tricks , " said Lord Ronald , " For I am yours in word and in deed . Play me no tricks , " said Lord Ronald- " Your riddle is hard to read . " Oh , and proudly stood she up ! Her heart within her did not fail : She looked ...
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... play or hearty mirth . The children sat crouching and shivering together , and seemed to lack the spirit to move about . The only pupil who evinced the slightest tendency tow- ards locomotion or playfulness was Master Squeers , and 25 ...
... play or hearty mirth . The children sat crouching and shivering together , and seemed to lack the spirit to move about . The only pupil who evinced the slightest tendency tow- ards locomotion or playfulness was Master Squeers , and 25 ...
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... Play uppe , play uppe , O Boston bells ! Ply all your changes , all your swells ; Play uppe The Brides of Enderby . " " Men say it was a stolen tyde- The Lord that sent it , He knows all ; But in myne ears doth still abide 3 The message ...
... Play uppe , play uppe , O Boston bells ! Ply all your changes , all your swells ; Play uppe The Brides of Enderby . " " Men say it was a stolen tyde- The Lord that sent it , He knows all ; But in myne ears doth still abide 3 The message ...
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... play Afar off I heard her milking - song . " He looked across the grassy lea , To right , to left , " Ho , Enderby ! " They rang " The Brides of Enderby ! " With that he cried and beat his breast ; For , lo ! along the river's bed A ...
... play Afar off I heard her milking - song . " He looked across the grassy lea , To right , to left , " Ho , Enderby ! " They rang " The Brides of Enderby ! " With that he cried and beat his breast ; For , lo ! along the river's bed A ...
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Стр. 94 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O Judgment: thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Стр. 202 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Стр. 203 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Стр. 315 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, [141] Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Стр. 312 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 313 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Стр. 329 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Стр. 404 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Стр. 204 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovcst; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Стр. 376 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.