Murby's Excelsior readers, ed. by F. YoungFrancis Young (F.R.G.S.) 1870 |
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... friendship all true , And in the years to come , love that shall sadden her With that too - fulness of bliss known to few . Angel of Wisdom , be thou from her nevermore ; Rule thou her mortal steps , be still her stay Sister of holy ...
... friendship all true , And in the years to come , love that shall sadden her With that too - fulness of bliss known to few . Angel of Wisdom , be thou from her nevermore ; Rule thou her mortal steps , be still her stay Sister of holy ...
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... friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still , E'en in extremity of ill . By Yarrow's stream still let me stray , Though none should guide my feeble way : Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break ...
... friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still , E'en in extremity of ill . By Yarrow's stream still let me stray , Though none should guide my feeble way : Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break ...
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... friend , " said the bee , having now pruned himself , and being disposed to be droll . " I'll give you my hand and word to come near your kennel no more . I was never in such a confounded pickle since I was born . " " Sirrah , " replied ...
... friend , " said the bee , having now pruned himself , and being disposed to be droll . " I'll give you my hand and word to come near your kennel no more . I was never in such a confounded pickle since I was born . " " Sirrah , " replied ...
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... friends flocking round As I sat with his head ' twixt my knees on the ground , And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) ...
... friends flocking round As I sat with his head ' twixt my knees on the ground , And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine , Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) ...
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... friend , Will learn to struggle with foe ; Will cheerily lend his strength to contend With poverty , sin , and woe ; With all the crosses , and pains and losses Which Providence plans below . Then , hey ! for the father - boy Of a ...
... friend , Will learn to struggle with foe ; Will cheerily lend his strength to contend With poverty , sin , and woe ; With all the crosses , and pains and losses Which Providence plans below . Then , hey ! for the father - boy Of a ...
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Сторінка 25 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Сторінка 36 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; 'Speed...
Сторінка 37 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Сторінка 36 - 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.
Сторінка 226 - 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 of divine.
Сторінка 97 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Сторінка 37 - 4. At Aerschot up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, To stare through the mist at us galloping past ; And I saw my stout galloper, Roland, at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray : 5.
Сторінка 37 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, " Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Сторінка 146 - Ho-ti himself, which was the more remarkable, instead of chastising his son, seemed to grow more indulgent to him than ever. At length they were watched, the terrible mystery discovered, and father and son summoned to take their trial at Pekin, then an inconsiderable assize town.
Сторінка 227 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.