The class and standard series of reading books. 5 pt. [in 7].1868 |
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... once , by a few words at a time , from a reading book used in the first class of the school . Arithmetic . - A sum in compound rules ( common weights and measures ) . PREFACE . ALL EXPERIENCED TEACHERS know and appreciate the great.
... once , by a few words at a time , from a reading book used in the first class of the school . Arithmetic . - A sum in compound rules ( common weights and measures ) . PREFACE . ALL EXPERIENCED TEACHERS know and appreciate the great.
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... once a child . ' They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . ' And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; She ...
... once a child . ' They shall all bloom in fields of light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . ' And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; She ...
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... once more , And smote upon the foe full sore , And shouted loud , through the tempest's roar , ' Now is the hour ! " " Fly ! ' shouted they , ' for shelter fly ! Of Denmark's Juel who can defy The power ? ' North Sea ! a glimpse of ...
... once more , And smote upon the foe full sore , And shouted loud , through the tempest's roar , ' Now is the hour ! " " Fly ! ' shouted they , ' for shelter fly ! Of Denmark's Juel who can defy The power ? ' North Sea ! a glimpse of ...
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... Once lived a happy life ! You stirr'd me on my rocky bed- What pleasure through my veins you spread ! The summer long , from day to day . My leaves you freshen'd and bedew'd ; Nor was it common gratitude That did your cares repay ...
... Once lived a happy life ! You stirr'd me on my rocky bed- What pleasure through my veins you spread ! The summer long , from day to day . My leaves you freshen'd and bedew'd ; Nor was it common gratitude That did your cares repay ...
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... once The awakened mountain gave response . A hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered a hundred steeds along , Their peal the merry horns rang out , A hundred voices joined the shout : With hark , and whoop , and wild halloo , No ...
... once The awakened mountain gave response . A hundred dogs bayed deep and strong , Clattered a hundred steeds along , Their peal the merry horns rang out , A hundred voices joined the shout : With hark , and whoop , and wild halloo , No ...
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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
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.