Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Книга 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... thou art to me A fly that up and down himself doth shove Upon a fretful rivulet ; now above , Now on the water , vexed with mockery . " As shown , however , to the poet himself on one occa- sion , somewhat to his discomfort , by ...
... thou art to me A fly that up and down himself doth shove Upon a fretful rivulet ; now above , Now on the water , vexed with mockery . " As shown , however , to the poet himself on one occa- sion , somewhat to his discomfort , by ...
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... thou ? " Began the reverend sage : " Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain , Or youthful pleasures rage ? Or , haply , prest with cares and woes , Too soon thou hast began 10 To wander forth , with me , to mourn The miseries of man ...
... thou ? " Began the reverend sage : " Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain , Or youthful pleasures rage ? Or , haply , prest with cares and woes , Too soon thou hast began 10 To wander forth , with me , to mourn The miseries of man ...
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... thou visit him no more ? 20 Thou didst , thou didst , my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore , Ere yet the early dawn was clear . Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace , The lifted sun shone on thy face , Downe drifted to thy ...
... thou visit him no more ? 20 Thou didst , thou didst , my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore , Ere yet the early dawn was clear . Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace , The lifted sun shone on thy face , Downe drifted to thy ...
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... thou seest . I see , said I , a huge Valley , and a prodigious Tide of Wa- ter rolling through it . The Valley that thou seest , said he , is the Vale of Misery , and the Tide of Water that thou seest is part of the great 20 Tide of ...
... thou seest . I see , said I , a huge Valley , and a prodigious Tide of Wa- ter rolling through it . The Valley that thou seest , said he , is the Vale of Misery , and the Tide of Water that thou seest is part of the great 20 Tide of ...
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... thou yet seest any thing thou dost not comprehend . Upon looking up , What mean , said I , those great Flights of Birds that are perpetually hovering about the Bridge , and settling upon it from time to time ? I see Vultures , Harpyes ...
... thou yet seest any thing thou dost not comprehend . Upon looking up , What mean , said I , those great Flights of Birds that are perpetually hovering about the Bridge , and settling upon it from time to time ? I see Vultures , Harpyes ...
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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.