Murby's Excelsior readers, ed. by F. YoungFrancis Young (F.R.G.S.) 1870 |
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... bears the date 1819 , the other , which is larger and more commodious , has been only lately completed . The path at first led through a passage or corridor of no great length , and then opened suddenly into the noble cavern which has ...
... bears the date 1819 , the other , which is larger and more commodious , has been only lately completed . The path at first led through a passage or corridor of no great length , and then opened suddenly into the noble cavern which has ...
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... bears a resemblance to a great shrine , and was brilliantly illumi- nated , while the rest of the vast space lay in deep and mys- terious shadow . From the lower end , where the observer stands , the floor slopes steeply up . It is ...
... bears a resemblance to a great shrine , and was brilliantly illumi- nated , while the rest of the vast space lay in deep and mys- terious shadow . From the lower end , where the observer stands , the floor slopes steeply up . It is ...
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... bear me out in saying , that so far from exaggerating , I have but touched upon a few of the varied and extraordinary beauties of the place . EXERCISE . - 19 . MEANINGS of Words . 1. Give the meaning of the following : -weird , myriad ...
... bear me out in saying , that so far from exaggerating , I have but touched upon a few of the varied and extraordinary beauties of the place . EXERCISE . - 19 . MEANINGS of Words . 1. Give the meaning of the following : -weird , myriad ...
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... bear a Son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies ; The ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move , And on its top descends the mystic dove . Ye heavens ! from high the dewy ...
... bear a Son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies ; The ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move , And on its top descends the mystic dove . Ye heavens ! from high the dewy ...
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... bears away the struggling game ; hawks and kites keep the smaller birds from increasing too rapidly ; while the moping owl performs a similar service by destroying nocturnal vermin . Our dreary moors are enlivened by the cry of the ...
... bears away the struggling game ; hawks and kites keep the smaller birds from increasing too rapidly ; while the moping owl performs a similar service by destroying nocturnal vermin . Our dreary moors are enlivened by the cry of the ...
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Andrew Ford animal army Australia battle beautiful birds Britain British called Caroline of Brunswick Charles coast colour dark DAVID MACBETH MOIR death different meanings Distinguish earth England English EXCELSIOR READER falcon father favour fish fleet France French galloped George George III Give the meaning gold hand head heart heaven honour Hornblende Illustrate the different India inhabitants island John John Carson king labour land lesson light literature London Poems look Lord Lower Canada Marlborough master MEANINGS OF WORDS miles mountains never night o'er paragraph parliament PARSING passed persons poem possessed Prince reign rocks round Sandy Scotland ship snow soldiers song soon South Island stalactites surface tell thee THOMAS CROFTON CROKER thou thought took trees vaquero verse victory walk wife wind Write young zebra
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Сторінка 25 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Сторінка 36 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; 'Speed...
Сторінка 37 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Сторінка 36 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Сторінка 226 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture of divine.
Сторінка 97 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Сторінка 37 - 4. At Aerschot up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, To stare through the mist at us galloping past ; And I saw my stout galloper, Roland, at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray : 5.
Сторінка 37 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, " Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Сторінка 146 - Ho-ti himself, which was the more remarkable, instead of chastising his son, seemed to grow more indulgent to him than ever. At length they were watched, the terrible mystery discovered, and father and son summoned to take their trial at Pekin, then an inconsiderable assize town.
Сторінка 227 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.