The Literary Reader: For Academies and High Schools: Consisting of Selections in Prose and Verse, from American, English and Other Foreign Literature, Chronologically Arranged. Including Biographical Sketches, and Remarks on the Art of ReadingJ. P. Jewett & Company, 1851 - 408 стор. |
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... turned to a modest gaze , By the sweet power of music . Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , and floods , Since nought so stockish , hard , and full of rage , But music for the time doth change his nature ...
... turned to a modest gaze , By the sweet power of music . Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , and floods , Since nought so stockish , hard , and full of rage , But music for the time doth change his nature ...
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... turned a hundred ways , While with those masters wantonly she plays ; Yet , in this misrule , they such rule embrace , As two at once encumber not the place . REASONS FOR THE SOUL'S IMMORTALITY . AGAIN , how can 56 THE LITERARY READER ...
... turned a hundred ways , While with those masters wantonly she plays ; Yet , in this misrule , they such rule embrace , As two at once encumber not the place . REASONS FOR THE SOUL'S IMMORTALITY . AGAIN , how can 56 THE LITERARY READER ...
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... turned out of doors , his children forced To beg their bread , this gentleman's estate By wrong extorted , can advantage you ? Or that the ruin of this once brave merchant - - - For such he was esteemed , though now decayed- Will raise ...
... turned out of doors , his children forced To beg their bread , this gentleman's estate By wrong extorted , can advantage you ? Or that the ruin of this once brave merchant - - - For such he was esteemed , though now decayed- Will raise ...
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... turned a Papist , and , on the day that he did so , was convicted in conscience that his yester- day's opinion was in error . The same man , afterwards , upon better consideration , became a doubting Papist , and of a doubting Papist a ...
... turned a Papist , and , on the day that he did so , was convicted in conscience that his yester- day's opinion was in error . The same man , afterwards , upon better consideration , became a doubting Papist , and of a doubting Papist a ...
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... turning , repentant , he received her with generosity . He married twice , afterwards . He lost the last remains of eyesight in writing his Defen- sio Populi , and the immortal Paradise Lost was begun after he was entirely blind . But ...
... turning , repentant , he received her with generosity . He married twice , afterwards . He lost the last remains of eyesight in writing his Defen- sio Populi , and the immortal Paradise Lost was begun after he was entirely blind . But ...
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Сторінка 341 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Сторінка 339 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume . The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Сторінка 47 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Сторінка 93 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation...
Сторінка 218 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Сторінка 144 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Сторінка 92 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Сторінка 217 - If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Сторінка 96 - Oft till the star that rose at evening, bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel. Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute, Tempered to the oaten flute ; Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long; And old Damoetas loved to hear our song.
Сторінка 193 - My hold of the colonies is in the close affection which grows from common names, from kindred blood, from similar privileges, and equal protection. These are ties which, though light as air, are as strong as links of iron. Let the colonies always keep the idea of their civil rights associated with your government, they will cling and grapple to you ; and no force under heaven will be of power to tear them from their allegiance.