The class and standard series of reading books. 5 pt. [in 7].1868 |
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Página 12
... upon this earth Death cometh soon or late . ' Hew down the bridge , Sir Consul , With all the speed ye may ; I , with two more to help me , Will hold the foe in play . In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped 12 HORATIUS .
... upon this earth Death cometh soon or late . ' Hew down the bridge , Sir Consul , With all the speed ye may ; I , with two more to help me , Will hold the foe in play . In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped 12 HORATIUS .
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... soon from guest to guest the panic spread . ' Twas but that instant she had left Francesco , Laughing and looking back , and flying still , Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger . But now , alas ! she was not to be found ; Nor from ...
... soon from guest to guest the panic spread . ' Twas but that instant she had left Francesco , Laughing and looking back , and flying still , Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger . But now , alas ! she was not to be found ; Nor from ...
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... soon as said ; but on the way It burst - it fell ; and lo ! a skeleton ! With here and there a pearl , an emerald - stone , A golden clasp , clasping a shred of gold . All else had perished - save a nuptial ring , With a small seal ...
... soon as said ; but on the way It burst - it fell ; and lo ! a skeleton ! With here and there a pearl , an emerald - stone , A golden clasp , clasping a shred of gold . All else had perished - save a nuptial ring , With a small seal ...
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... soon as she the question heard , ' A simple burthen , sir , a little singing - bird . ' And , thus continuing , she said , ' I had a son , who many a day Sailed on the seas , but he is dead ; In Denmark he was cast away : And I have ...
... soon as she the question heard , ' A simple burthen , sir , a little singing - bird . ' And , thus continuing , she said , ' I had a son , who many a day Sailed on the seas , but he is dead ; In Denmark he was cast away : And I have ...
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... Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken , In the deep Trosachs ' wildest nook His solitary refuge took . There while , close couched , the thicket shed Cold dews and wild flowers on his head , He heard the baffled dogs in vain Rave through ...
... Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken , In the deep Trosachs ' wildest nook His solitary refuge took . There while , close couched , the thicket shed Cold dews and wild flowers on his head , He heard the baffled dogs in vain Rave through ...
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.