Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Книга 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... poet himself on one occa- sion , somewhat to his discomfort , by assuredly no mean 10 authority -Mr . James Wilson - the " vexed " " fly , " though one of the hemipterous insects , never uses its wings , and so never gets " above " the ...
... poet himself on one occa- sion , somewhat to his discomfort , by assuredly no mean 10 authority -Mr . James Wilson - the " vexed " " fly , " though one of the hemipterous insects , never uses its wings , and so never gets " above " the ...
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... poet com- plaining , I bid him be easy , for it would be better if those were out too . We have just enough religion to make us hate , but 25 not enough to make us love one another . When we desire or solicit anything , our minds run ...
... poet com- plaining , I bid him be easy , for it would be better if those were out too . We have just enough religion to make us hate , but 25 not enough to make us love one another . When we desire or solicit anything , our minds run ...
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... poet are forced to 20 perform the latter part of their journey on foot . The hamlet lies far from any high - road , on a dreary plain , which in wet weather is often a lake . The lanes would break any jaunting - car to pieces ; and ...
... poet are forced to 20 perform the latter part of their journey on foot . The hamlet lies far from any high - road , on a dreary plain , which in wet weather is often a lake . The lanes would break any jaunting - car to pieces ; and ...
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... poetic ideal of his boyhood , had come to Rome was now visiting Tusculum3 — and it was to a supper - party given in ... poet's house , he turned to glance for a moment towards the heights above ; whereupon the numerous cascades of the ...
... poetic ideal of his boyhood , had come to Rome was now visiting Tusculum3 — and it was to a supper - party given in ... poet's house , he turned to glance for a moment towards the heights above ; whereupon the numerous cascades of the ...
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... poet here ? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear . Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? -Our fathers bled . Earth , render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but ...
... poet here ? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear . Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? -Our fathers bled . Earth , render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but ...
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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.