Nelson's literature readers, selected and annotated by R. GarnettRichard Garnett 1902 |
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... died with grief . I groaned and shrieked aloud ; I beat my head , and threw myself on the ground , where I remained a long time , overwhelmed by a rushing current of thoughts , each more distress- ing than the last . I reproached myself ...
... died with grief . I groaned and shrieked aloud ; I beat my head , and threw myself on the ground , where I remained a long time , overwhelmed by a rushing current of thoughts , each more distress- ing than the last . I reproached myself ...
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... dying , indeed , of mere old age . I stirred him a little , to see if I could get him out ; and he essayed to get up , but was not able to raise himself . And I thought with myself he might even lie there ; for if he had frightened me ...
... dying , indeed , of mere old age . I stirred him a little , to see if I could get him out ; and he essayed to get up , but was not able to raise himself . And I thought with myself he might even lie there ; for if he had frightened me ...
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... dying mermaid's song Peal from the outer bay . " A curse with you go , you men of Padstow , You shall not thrive or win ; You have seen the last ship from your haven slip , And the last ship enter in . " For this deed I devote you to ...
... dying mermaid's song Peal from the outer bay . " A curse with you go , you men of Padstow , You shall not thrive or win ; You have seen the last ship from your haven slip , And the last ship enter in . " For this deed I devote you to ...
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... dying child deplore ? Are not his sandy deeps upstirred And thrust against the shore ? Doth not a mighty ramp of sand Beleaguer all the bay , Mocking the strength of mortal hand To pierce or sweep away ? The white - winged traders , all ...
... dying child deplore ? Are not his sandy deeps upstirred And thrust against the shore ? Doth not a mighty ramp of sand Beleaguer all the bay , Mocking the strength of mortal hand To pierce or sweep away ? The white - winged traders , all ...
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... died out one by one ; the very butterflies ceased their flitting over the tree- tops , and slept with outspread wings upon the glossy leaves , undistinguishable from the flowers around them . Now and then a colibri whirred downward ...
... died out one by one ; the very butterflies ceased their flitting over the tree- tops , and slept with outspread wings upon the glossy leaves , undistinguishable from the flowers around them . Now and then a colibri whirred downward ...
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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.