Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Книга 6

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Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin
American Book Company, 1890

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Сторінка 405 - deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! > And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face
Сторінка 416 - Shy. Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that: You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live. Par. What mercy can you render him, Antonio ? Ora. A halter gratis ; nothing else, for God's sake.
Сторінка 308 - And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear; He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.* No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from
Сторінка 195 - Keen are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. » All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is
Сторінка 195 - As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought *> To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour
Сторінка 384 - to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, » Or frost to flowers that their gay wardrobe wear When first the white-thorn blows, Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. Where were ye, Nymphs," when the remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? » For neither were ye playing on the steep,
Сторінка 294 - YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. BY THOMAS CAMPBELL.' Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze, Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And
Сторінка 320 - never, Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor, Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, « Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, i
Сторінка 85 - countrymen, lend me your ears: « I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious:
Сторінка 387 - With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, i That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears

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