Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Книга 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... Soul's Errand • Robert Burns 375 John Milton 381 Edward Bulwer - Lytton 385 Sir Walter Raleigh 390 LXXVI . Lycidas LXXVII . Work LXXVIII . On True Valor LXXIX . On Discourse LXXX . Una and the Lion LXXXI . Democracy LXXXII . Crossing ...
... Soul's Errand • Robert Burns 375 John Milton 381 Edward Bulwer - Lytton 385 Sir Walter Raleigh 390 LXXVI . Lycidas LXXVII . Work LXXVIII . On True Valor LXXIX . On Discourse LXXX . Una and the Lion LXXXI . Democracy LXXXII . Crossing ...
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... soul , " with a hole of only one opening ; and , besides , gets so angry in most cases with his assail- ant as to become more bent on assault than escape , and so loses himself through sheer loss of temper . And yet the crab has , he ...
... soul , " with a hole of only one opening ; and , besides , gets so angry in most cases with his assail- ant as to become more bent on assault than escape , and so loses himself through sheer loss of temper . And yet the crab has , he ...
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... soul fought against the strengthening ills of poverty and old age , he was thrust 30 by want and sickness out , and with a stung heart he laid his bones upon a workhouse bed . Life to the " Old Man " has been one long path across a moor ...
... soul fought against the strengthening ills of poverty and old age , he was thrust 30 by want and sickness out , and with a stung heart he laid his bones upon a workhouse bed . Life to the " Old Man " has been one long path across a moor ...
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... soul from the rustic drudge , the moving statue of a man ! That worn - out , threadbare remnant of humanity at 20 the gate ; age makes it reverend , and the inevitable- shall inevitable be said ? —injustice of the world invests it with ...
... soul from the rustic drudge , the moving statue of a man ! That worn - out , threadbare remnant of humanity at 20 the gate ; age makes it reverend , and the inevitable- shall inevitable be said ? —injustice of the world invests it with ...
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... souls will see nothing in our " Old Man at the Gate " but a pauper let out of the workhouse for the chance of a few half - pence . Surely he is something more ! He is old ; very old . Every day , every hour , earth has less claim in him ...
... souls will see nothing in our " Old Man at the Gate " but a pauper let out of the workhouse for the chance of a few half - pence . Surely he is something more ! He is old ; very old . Every day , every hour , earth has less claim in him ...
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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.