Murby's Excelsior readers, ed. by F. YoungFrancis Young (F.R.G.S.) 1870 |
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... live in a jail ; but , for my part , it was nothing to me , for I was seasoned . One night , as I was sleeping on the bed of boards , with a warm blanket about me ( for I always loved to lie well ) , I was awakened by the boatswain ...
... live in a jail ; but , for my part , it was nothing to me , for I was seasoned . One night , as I was sleeping on the bed of boards , with a warm blanket about me ( for I always loved to lie well ) , I was awakened by the boatswain ...
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... ] , prior , before in point of time . An old Greek writer says that upon the river Hypanis there exist little animals who live only one day . Those who die at eight o'clock in the morning , die in their 72 SIXTH EXCELSIOR READER .
... ] , prior , before in point of time . An old Greek writer says that upon the river Hypanis there exist little animals who live only one day . Those who die at eight o'clock in the morning , die in their 72 SIXTH EXCELSIOR READER .
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... live on the opposite side of the globe , and whose feet are therefore turned towards ours . Pol - y - ne - si - a [ Gk . polus , much , many ; nēsōs , an island ] , a divi- sion of Oceania , so called from containing many islands . di ...
... live on the opposite side of the globe , and whose feet are therefore turned towards ours . Pol - y - ne - si - a [ Gk . polus , much , many ; nēsōs , an island ] , a divi- sion of Oceania , so called from containing many islands . di ...
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... live a day , and know that we should meet no more . They tempted me , my beautiful ! for hunger's power is strong , They tempted me , my beautiful ! but I have loved too long . Who said that I had given thee up ? who said that thou wert ...
... live a day , and know that we should meet no more . They tempted me , my beautiful ! for hunger's power is strong , They tempted me , my beautiful ! but I have loved too long . Who said that I had given thee up ? who said that thou wert ...
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... live in a perpetual state of war . The parson is always preaching at the squire , and the squire , to be revenged on the parson , never comes to church . The squire has made all his tenants atheists and tithe - stealers , while the ...
... live in a perpetual state of war . The parson is always preaching at the squire , and the squire , to be revenged on the parson , never comes to church . The squire has made all his tenants atheists and tithe - stealers , while 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.