Nelson's literature readers, selected and annotated by R. GarnettRichard Garnett 1902 |
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... beautiful were those which strewed the floor of his cave ; but the sunbeam was rapidly climbing the wall , and would presently be gone : so he let the shells lie till the next night ( if he should still be here ) , and made haste to ...
... beautiful were those which strewed the floor of his cave ; but the sunbeam was rapidly climbing the wall , and would presently be gone : so he let the shells lie till the next night ( if he should still be here ) , and made haste to ...
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... beautiful stream . The weather was pleasant , and I thought not warmer than usual at that season . My horse was jogging quietly along , and my thoughts were for once at least in the course of my life entirely engaged in commercial ...
... beautiful stream . The weather was pleasant , and I thought not warmer than usual at that season . My horse was jogging quietly along , and my thoughts were for once at least in the course of my life entirely engaged in commercial ...
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... Beautiful , and it stood just by the high- way side . So I saw in my dream that he made haste , and went forward , that if possible he might get lodging there . Now before he had gone far , he entered into a very narrow passage , which ...
... Beautiful , and it stood just by the high- way side . So I saw in my dream that he made haste , and went forward , that if possible he might get lodging there . Now before he had gone far , he entered into a very narrow passage , which ...
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... beautiful valley . After crossing it , we came to the bed of a mountain torrent , deep and of great breadth , but at that time dry , with the exception of a few pools of water . In the middle of this bed of gravel , interspersed with ...
... beautiful valley . After crossing it , we came to the bed of a mountain torrent , deep and of great breadth , but at that time dry , with the exception of a few pools of water . In the middle of this bed of gravel , interspersed with ...
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... beautiful bow bendeth over them all . T. B. READ . The glorious sun- -the centre and soul of our system - the lamp that lights it , —the fire that heats it , the magnet that guides and controls it ; -- the fountain of colour , which ...
... beautiful bow bendeth over them all . T. B. READ . The glorious sun- -the centre and soul of our system - the lamp that lights it , —the fire that heats it , the magnet that guides and controls it ; -- the fountain of colour , which ...
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appeared arrows battle bear beautiful began birds boat born called Callian Cape Jervis captain Christian clouds companions Covent Garden Cranford cried Crocodile curragh Dalgetty DANIEL DEFOE dark death deep delight died earth enemy Ewan eyes fear feet Finn fire floating French Friday frightful haircloth hand head hear heard heart heaven horse hour island Keith of Ravelston king lady Lake Alexandrina land light lions live look Lucullus MacEagh Maildun mirage morning never night Padstow palace passed piece poems poet queen Quicken Trees Ranald Ravelston rest river Rob Roy Robin Robinson Crusoe rock Ronayne round sail Samian wine Saracen seemed seen ship shore side sight sleep stood stream sword SYDNEY DOBELL Taxiles thee thine thing thou thought Tigranes Tigranocerta took trees voice wind wings word young
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Сторінка 187 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Сторінка 92 - 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 so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Сторінка 90 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Сторінка 153 - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Сторінка 25 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Сторінка 219 - Gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so delightful a scene. I wished for the wings of an eagle, that I might fly away to those happy seats; but the genius told me there was no passage to them except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge.
Сторінка 206 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Сторінка 253 - My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...
Сторінка 92 - 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 lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Сторінка 195 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.