Nelson's literature readers, selected and annotated by R. GarnettRichard Garnett 1902 |
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... things of the high wits by rote long before they made their way into the jest - books . The intervals between conversation were employed in teaching my daughters piquet , or sometimes in setting my two little ones to box , to make them ...
... things of the high wits by rote long before they made their way into the jest - books . The intervals between conversation were employed in teaching my daughters piquet , or sometimes in setting my two little ones to box , to make them ...
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... for our neighbour's family , there were seven of them , and they were drawn with seven oranges— a thing quite out of taste , no variety in life , no com- position in the world . We desired to have something 10 A Family Picture .
... for our neighbour's family , there were seven of them , and they were drawn with seven oranges— a thing quite out of taste , no variety in life , no com- position in the world . We desired to have something 10 A Family Picture .
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... things now to Providence ) , I was cutting down some thick branches of trees to make charcoal ; and before I go on , I must observe the reason of my making this charcoal , which was this : I was afraid of making a smoke about my ...
... things now to Providence ) , I was cutting down some thick branches of trees to make charcoal ; and before I go on , I must observe the reason of my making this charcoal , which was this : I was afraid of making a smoke about my ...
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... things which I was most anxious about to this place . Particularly , I resolved to bring hither my magazine of powder , and all my spare arms— namely , two fowling - pieces , for I had three in all ; and three muskets , for of them I ...
... things which I was most anxious about to this place . Particularly , I resolved to bring hither my magazine of powder , and all my spare arms— namely , two fowling - pieces , for I had three in all ; and three muskets , for of them I ...
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... thing he did , he stopped at the gun , smelt to it , but let it lie , and up he scrambles into the tree , climbing like a cat , though so monstrous heavy . I was amazed at the folly , as I thought it , of my man , and could not for my ...
... thing he did , he stopped at the gun , smelt to it , but let it lie , and up he scrambles into the tree , climbing like a cat , though so monstrous heavy . I was amazed at the folly , as I thought it , of my man , and could not for my ...
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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.