The girl's second help to reading; selections from the best authors by T.A. BuckleyTheodore Alors W. Buckley G. Routledge & Company, 1854 - 312 стор. |
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... asked her why she would lose such pastime in the park ? Smiling , she answered me , " I wiss1 all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato . Alas ! good folk , they never felt what true pleasure ...
... asked her why she would lose such pastime in the park ? Smiling , she answered me , " I wiss1 all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato . Alas ! good folk , they never felt what true pleasure ...
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... asked I , and again I was astonished at the feebleness of my voice . " Thank God ! he will recover ! " cried my kind old friend Codonel ; and he prepared immediately a composing draught , his influence among the women having obtained ...
... asked I , and again I was astonished at the feebleness of my voice . " Thank God ! he will recover ! " cried my kind old friend Codonel ; and he prepared immediately a composing draught , his influence among the women having obtained ...
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... asking such questions of the woman as I thought she could answer me . I learnt from her that the sheik , who was her husband , being at war with the pasha of Bagdad , had refused to hold any intercourse with him , and our hope of being ...
... asking such questions of the woman as I thought she could answer me . I learnt from her that the sheik , who was her husband , being at war with the pasha of Bagdad , had refused to hold any intercourse with him , and our hope of being ...
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... asked I ; " has anything happened to her ? " - " What ! " said he , darting an impatient glance ; " is it nothing to be reduced to this paltry situation , -to be caged in a miserable cottage , to be obliged to toil almost in the menial ...
... asked I ; " has anything happened to her ? " - " What ! " said he , darting an impatient glance ; " is it nothing to be reduced to this paltry situation , -to be caged in a miserable cottage , to be obliged to toil almost in the menial ...
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... asked the question ; and that I would not have let fall an unseasonable pleasantry in the venerable presence of Misery , to be entitled to all the wit that ever Rabelais scattered . Adieu , Maria ! -adieu , poor hapless damsel ! -some ...
... asked the question ; and that I would not have let fall an unseasonable pleasantry in the venerable presence of Misery , to be entitled to all the wit that ever Rabelais scattered . Adieu , Maria ! -adieu , poor hapless damsel ! -some ...
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Сторінка 191 - A PSALM OF LIFE. LONGFELLOW. TELL me not in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream !" For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And this world is not its goal;
Сторінка 166 - a portion with judicious care; And " Let us worship God," he says, wi' solemn air. They chant their artless notes in simple guise: They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim; Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name, Or noble Elgin,
Сторінка 150 - I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain, And the nursling of the sky: I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of
Сторінка 250 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Сторінка 192 - We can make our life sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of Time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er Life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour, and to wait.
Сторінка 192 - on the sands of Time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er Life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour, and to wait.
Сторінка 166 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed : How He, who bore in Heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay his head; How his first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he,
Сторінка 247 - Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus ever fair, and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums •, Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face. Now, give the hautboys breath; he comes ! he comes!
Сторінка 249 - These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain ; Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew : Behold how they toss their torches on high ! How they point to the Persian abodes, And glitt'ring temples of their hostile gods! The Princes applaud, with
Сторінка 249 - joy ; And the king seized a flambeau, with zeal to destroy ; Thai's led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. Thus long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle