The Progressive English reading books, Том 4 |
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Стр. 46
... bear the soothed her into smiles , arrow in thy heart . They won her thoughts from bigot zeal , and fierce domestic broils : - FOTHERINGAY CASTLE . But hark ! the tramp of armèd men ! the The scene was changed . Beside the block Douglas ...
... bear the soothed her into smiles , arrow in thy heart . They won her thoughts from bigot zeal , and fierce domestic broils : - FOTHERINGAY CASTLE . But hark ! the tramp of armèd men ! the The scene was changed . Beside the block Douglas ...
Стр. 58
... bear . And we only express the same truth when we say to Him whom these pagans ignorantly worshipped , - " Thou hast prepared them corn , when thou hast so provided for it . " Let me bring forward one more proof of special design ...
... bear . And we only express the same truth when we say to Him whom these pagans ignorantly worshipped , - " Thou hast prepared them corn , when thou hast so provided for it . " Let me bring forward one more proof of special design ...
Стр. 62
... bear , To cherish on her breast , Feed it from Love's own fountain there , And lull it there to rest ; Then while it slumbers watch its breath , As if to guard from instant death ; --- This is a Mother's Love . To mark its growth from ...
... bear , To cherish on her breast , Feed it from Love's own fountain there , And lull it there to rest ; Then while it slumbers watch its breath , As if to guard from instant death ; --- This is a Mother's Love . To mark its growth from ...
Стр. 63
... bear the victor's hard commands , or bring The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring . There , while you groan beneath the load of life , They cry , Behold the mighty Hector's wife ! To add more sweetness ; -and they thus began ...
... bear the victor's hard commands , or bring The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring . There , while you groan beneath the load of life , They cry , Behold the mighty Hector's wife ! To add more sweetness ; -and they thus began ...
Стр. 64
... bears the reeking spoils , The first in danger , as the first in fame . Thus having said , the glorious chief re- sumes His towery helmet , black with shading plumes . His princess parts with a prophetic sigh , Unwilling parts , and oft ...
... bears the reeking spoils , The first in danger , as the first in fame . Thus having said , the glorious chief re- sumes His towery helmet , black with shading plumes . His princess parts with a prophetic sigh , Unwilling parts , and oft ...
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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.