The class and standard series of reading books. 5 pt. [in 7].1868 |
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... round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . Tennyson . THE SEA - GULL . * THE white sea - gull , the wild sea - gull , A joyful bird is he , As ...
... round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . Tennyson . THE SEA - GULL . * THE white sea - gull , the wild sea - gull , A joyful bird is he , As ...
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... round him on the fresh green bank , And spoke their kindly words ; and , as the sun Rose up in heaven , he knelt among them there , And bowed his head upon his hands to pray . Oh ! when the heart is full — when bitter though Come ...
... round him on the fresh green bank , And spoke their kindly words ; and , as the sun Rose up in heaven , he knelt among them there , And bowed his head upon his hands to pray . Oh ! when the heart is full — when bitter though Come ...
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... round the tassels as they swayed To the admitted air . • His helm was at his feet : his banner , soiled With trailing through Jerusalem , was laid , Reversed , beside him and the jewelled hilt , Whose diamonds lit the passage of his ...
... round the tassels as they swayed To the admitted air . • His helm was at his feet : his banner , soiled With trailing through Jerusalem , was laid , Reversed , beside him and the jewelled hilt , Whose diamonds lit the passage of his ...
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... Round turned he , as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Nought spake he to Lars Porsena , To Sextus nought spake he ; But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home ; And he spake to the noble river That rolls by the towers ...
... Round turned he , as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Nought spake he to Lars Porsena , To Sextus nought spake he ; But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home ; And he spake to the noble river That rolls by the towers ...
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... round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands ; And now , with shouts and clapping , And noise of weeping loud , He enters through the River - Gate , Borne by the joyous crowd . C They gave him of the corn - land , That HORATIUS 17.
... round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands ; And now , with shouts and clapping , And noise of weeping loud , He enters through the River - Gate , Borne by the joyous crowd . C They gave him of the corn - land , That HORATIUS 17.
Términos y frases comunes
Antonio arms Bassanio beautiful beneath birds black crows blade blood bold Boling breast breath bright brow cheer Chevy Chase Clan-Alpine's clouds dark death deep deer doth dread ducats duke of Norfolk Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth fair Farewell fear Fitz-James flesh flowers gallant Gaunt gave gentle glen Gratiano green ground hand haste hath hear heard heart heaven Highlands hill Inchcape rock king lance lark Lars Porsena leaves light look Lord loud Lycidas Mary Howitt morning mountain Mowbray Nerissa nest night Nils Juel numbers o'er Percy poet Portia primrose Rich ring rock Roderick Dhu rose Saxon shalt shout shower Shylock sing skylark smile soar song soul sound spear spring steed stood stream summer sweet sword thee Thomas Mowbray thou art Tirral-la Twas Venice waves wild wind wing winter woods
Pasajes populares
Página 82 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Página 139 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Página 73 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 111 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. Shylock. My deeds upon my head ! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
Página 102 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Página 103 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Página 100 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Página 95 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize. More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Página 158 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels. Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Página 103 - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.