Murby's Excelsior readers, ed. by F. YoungFrancis Young (F.R.G.S.) 1870 |
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... winds , appear to have been thawed and frozen again into clusters irregular , so that it seems as if the whole body of snow was an infinite mass of icicles irregularly figured . That is , a cloud of vapours being gathered into drops ...
... winds , appear to have been thawed and frozen again into clusters irregular , so that it seems as if the whole body of snow was an infinite mass of icicles irregularly figured . That is , a cloud of vapours being gathered into drops ...
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... wind ; a multitude of our imprudent youth has been swept into the water by a brisk and unexpected breeze . What terrible floods a sudden rain has caused ! Our firmest shelters even are not proof against a hail - storm . A dark cloud ...
... wind ; a multitude of our imprudent youth has been swept into the water by a brisk and unexpected breeze . What terrible floods a sudden rain has caused ! Our firmest shelters even are not proof against a hail - storm . A dark cloud ...
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... wind , the bull bellowing with rage and terror ; while the vaqueros were yelling in his rear , and 99 ( 1 ) The " rancho is the settlement of the small farmer . It is con- structed of large bamboo canes , laced together by cords of the ...
... wind , the bull bellowing with rage and terror ; while the vaqueros were yelling in his rear , and 99 ( 1 ) The " rancho is the settlement of the small farmer . It is con- structed of large bamboo canes , laced together by cords of the ...
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... wind - their swarthy Arab - like faces - their high Spanish hats their red leather calzoneros ( 2 ) buttoned up the sides their huge , jingling spurs - and the ornamental trap- pings of their deep saddles all these combined with the ...
... wind - their swarthy Arab - like faces - their high Spanish hats their red leather calzoneros ( 2 ) buttoned up the sides their huge , jingling spurs - and the ornamental trap- pings of their deep saddles all these combined with the ...
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... wind ; the half mile between him and his home is got over in quick time ; he pauses not , but leaps the garden- gate , and is panting breathlessly at the feet of Mary . " O God , have mercy upon us , " comes again from the lips of the ...
... wind ; the half mile between him and his home is got over in quick time ; he pauses not , but leaps the garden- gate , and is panting breathlessly at the feet of Mary . " O God , have mercy upon us , " comes again from the lips of the ...
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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.