Nelson's literature readers, selected and annotated by R. GarnettRichard Garnett 1902 |
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... present day . It is nevertheless desirable that some should be old without being antiquated , and should afford examples of literary manner not habitual , or indeed possible , in modern times . Nothing is more strongly to be deprecated ...
... present day . It is nevertheless desirable that some should be old without being antiquated , and should afford examples of literary manner not habitual , or indeed possible , in modern times . Nothing is more strongly to be deprecated ...
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... present her with my books on the Whistonian controversy . Olivia would be drawn as an Amazon sitting upon a bank of flowers , dressed in green , richly laced with gold , and a whip in her hand . Sophia was to be a shepherdess , with as ...
... present her with my books on the Whistonian controversy . Olivia would be drawn as an Amazon sitting upon a bank of flowers , dressed in green , richly laced with gold , and a whip in her hand . Sophia was to be a shepherdess , with as ...
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... present view of the dispute between the Crown and the Commons , I must have refused him , for he is on the side of the former . It is com- fortable to be of no consequence in a world where one cannot exercise any without disobliging ...
... present view of the dispute between the Crown and the Commons , I must have refused him , for he is on the side of the former . It is com- fortable to be of no consequence in a world where one cannot exercise any without disobliging ...
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... present that has been made me . I feed and clothe all my children , and afford a welcome home to the wretch who has no other home . I bear with un- repining patience all manner of ill - usage . trampled upon , I am torn and wounded with ...
... present that has been made me . I feed and clothe all my children , and afford a welcome home to the wretch who has no other home . I bear with un- repining patience all manner of ill - usage . trampled upon , I am torn and wounded with ...
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... present till he had been assured over and over that it was a settled perquisite of his place at the entrance of every ambassador . She entertained me with all kinds of civility till dinner came in , which was served- -one dish at a time ...
... present till he had been assured over and over that it was a settled perquisite of his place at the entrance of every ambassador . She entertained me with all kinds of civility till dinner came in , which was served- -one dish at a time ...
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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.