Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Книга 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... Italy , Lepidus to Gaul , Marcus Brutus to Macedonia , and Trebonius to Asia Minor . Antony , Cæsar's colleague in the consul - 20 ship , was to remain in Italy . Dolabella , Cicero's son- in - law , was to be consul with him as soon as ...
... Italy , Lepidus to Gaul , Marcus Brutus to Macedonia , and Trebonius to Asia Minor . Antony , Cæsar's colleague in the consul - 20 ship , was to remain in Italy . Dolabella , Cicero's son- in - law , was to be consul with him as soon as ...
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... Italy . His musical performances , indeed , were 15 not to the taste of the Italians ; but he contrived to live on the alms which he obtained at the gates of con- vents . . . . In 1756 the wanderer landed at Dover , without a shil- ling ...
... Italy . His musical performances , indeed , were 15 not to the taste of the Italians ; but he contrived to live on the alms which he obtained at the gates of con- vents . . . . In 1756 the wanderer landed at Dover , without a shil- ling ...
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... Italy , " lest the hours which he was obliged to spend on horseback should be 30 tattled away without regard to literature . " An Italian philosopher expressed in his motto that Time was his estate ; an estate , indeed , which will pro ...
... Italy , " lest the hours which he was obliged to spend on horseback should be 30 tattled away without regard to literature . " An Italian philosopher expressed in his motto that Time was his estate ; an estate , indeed , which will pro ...
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... Italian politics ; while the Prior of San Marco returned to his cell and his pul - 30 pit - from which , for a few years thereafter , he was to rule over his city and the spirits of men - a reign more wonderful than any that Florence ...
... Italian politics ; while the Prior of San Marco returned to his cell and his pul - 30 pit - from which , for a few years thereafter , he was to rule over his city and the spirits of men - a reign more wonderful than any that Florence ...
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... Italian trills are tame ; The tickled ear no heartfelt raptures raise ; Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise . The priest - like father reads the sacred page- How Abram was the friend of GOD on high ; Or Moses bade eternal ...
... Italian trills are tame ; The tickled ear no heartfelt raptures raise ; Nae unison hae they with our Creator's praise . The priest - like father reads the sacred page- How Abram was the friend of GOD on high ; Or Moses bade eternal ...
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Сторінка 94 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O Judgment: thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Сторінка 202 - 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 overflowed.
Сторінка 203 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see 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...
Сторінка 315 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, [141] Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Сторінка 312 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Сторінка 313 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Сторінка 329 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Сторінка 404 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, 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 That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Сторінка 204 - 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 lovcst; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Сторінка 376 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.