The class and standard series of reading books. 5 pt. [in 7].1868 |
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... Heart's in the Highlands Nativity , Hymn on the Nightingale and Glow - worm . Poet , Oyster , and Sensitive Plant . Reaper and the Flowers Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly Report of an Adjudged Case Richard II . , Selections from ...
... Heart's in the Highlands Nativity , Hymn on the Nightingale and Glow - worm . Poet , Oyster , and Sensitive Plant . Reaper and the Flowers Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly Report of an Adjudged Case Richard II . , Selections from ...
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... heart is full — when bitter though Come crowding thickly up for utterance , And the poor common words of courtesy Are such a very mockery - how much The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer ! He prayed for Israel ; and his voice ...
... heart is full — when bitter though Come crowding thickly up for utterance , And the poor common words of courtesy Are such a very mockery - how much The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer ! He prayed for Israel ; and his voice ...
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Charles Bilton. The heart that cherished him - for him he poured In agony that would not be controlled , Strong supplication , and forgave him there , Before his God , for his deep sinfulness . The pall was settled . He who slept beneath ...
Charles Bilton. The heart that cherished him - for him he poured In agony that would not be controlled , Strong supplication , and forgave him there , Before his God , for his deep sinfulness . The pall was settled . He who slept beneath ...
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... heart , Like a bruised reed , is waiting to be broken , How will its love for thee , as I depart , - Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token ! It were so sweet , amid death's gathering gloom , To see thee , Absalom ! ' And now ...
... heart , Like a bruised reed , is waiting to be broken , How will its love for thee , as I depart , - Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token ! It were so sweet , amid death's gathering gloom , To see thee , Absalom ! ' And now ...
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... hearts sink to see On the earth the bloody corpses , In the path the dauntless Three : And , from the ghastly entrance Where those bold Romans stood , All shrank , like boys who unaware , Ranging the woods to start a hare , • Come to ...
... hearts sink to see On the earth the bloody corpses , In the path the dauntless Three : And , from the ghastly entrance Where those bold Romans stood , All shrank , like boys who unaware , Ranging the woods to start a hare , • Come to ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Antonio arms Bassanio beautiful beneath birds black crows blade blood bold Boling breast breath bright brow cheer Chevy Chase Clan-Alpine's clouds dark death deep deer doth dread ducats duke of Norfolk Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth fair Farewell fear Fitz-James flesh flowers gallant Gaunt gave gentle glen Gratiano green ground hand haste hath hear heard heart heaven Highlands hill Inchcape rock king lance lark Lars Porsena leaves light look Lord loud Lycidas Mary Howitt morning mountain Mowbray Nerissa nest night Nils Juel numbers o'er Percy poet Portia primrose Rich ring rock Roderick Dhu rose Saxon shalt shout shower Shylock sing skylark smile soar song soul sound spear spring steed stood stream summer sweet sword thee Thomas Mowbray thou art Tirral-la Twas Venice waves wild wind wing winter woods
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 82 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Seite 139 - 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, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Seite 73 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 111 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. Shylock. My deeds upon my head ! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
Seite 102 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite 103 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 100 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Seite 95 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize. More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Seite 158 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels. Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Seite 103 - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.