Nelson's literature readers, selected and annotated by R. GarnettRichard Garnett 1902 |
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... poem is merely a fragment , and the story is unfinished . 4. The Chimney Swallow . 14 Affect , choose ; show preference for : now used to imply a pretended feeling . 15 Dam , mother : now used only of quadrupeds . ( A form of dame ...
... poem is merely a fragment , and the story is unfinished . 4. The Chimney Swallow . 14 Affect , choose ; show preference for : now used to imply a pretended feeling . 15 Dam , mother : now used only of quadrupeds . ( A form of dame ...
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... poem , lived for four years alone on the island of Juan Fernandez , off the coast of Chile . His adventures are supposed to form the foundation of the story of " Robinson Crusoe . " Soliloquy , a speaking to one's self ; a speech not ...
... poem , lived for four years alone on the island of Juan Fernandez , off the coast of Chile . His adventures are supposed to form the foundation of the story of " Robinson Crusoe . " Soliloquy , a speaking to one's self ; a speech not ...
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... poem of fourteen lines , with rhymes arranged in a certain special order , as in this piece . Proteus , a sea - god of the ancient Greeks , famed for his power of changing his form ; hence protean is used to mean exceedingly variable ...
... poem of fourteen lines , with rhymes arranged in a certain special order , as in this piece . Proteus , a sea - god of the ancient Greeks , famed for his power of changing his form ; hence protean is used to mean exceedingly variable ...
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... poems were written . This poem is in the sonnet form . ( See note on Lesson 18. ) 40. A Roman Victory . 147 A Roman Victory . This battle took place in the year 69 B.C. Tigranes , King of Armenia from about 96 B.C. to 55 B.C. Page 147 ...
... poems were written . This poem is in the sonnet form . ( See note on Lesson 18. ) 40. A Roman Victory . 147 A Roman Victory . This battle took place in the year 69 B.C. Tigranes , King of Armenia from about 96 B.C. to 55 B.C. Page 147 ...
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... poems ; but his fame in our time rests almost entirely upon his essays in The Tatler and The Spectator , and especially upon his portrait of the good knight Sir Roger de Coverley . Aikin , John ( born in Leicestershire , 1747 ; died at ...
... poems ; but his fame in our time rests almost entirely upon his essays in The Tatler and The Spectator , and especially upon his portrait of the good knight Sir Roger de Coverley . Aikin , John ( born in Leicestershire , 1747 ; died at ...
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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.