A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with Biographical and Critical Notices of the Authors : for the Use of Advanced Classes in Public and Private SchoolsSwan, Brewer and Tileston, 1861 - 552 pàgines |
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... turned his attention to ornithology , and resolved to undertake an extensive work on the subject . To collect materials and obtain subscribers , he made extensive tours through all parts of the country , at a period when travelling ...
... turned his attention to ornithology , and resolved to undertake an extensive work on the subject . To collect materials and obtain subscribers , he made extensive tours through all parts of the country , at a period when travelling ...
Pàgina 30
... turned in my saddle , and made its girths tight , Then shortened each stirrup , and set the pique right , Rebuckled the check - strap , chained slacker the bit , Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit . * Pronounced Äks . III . ' Twas ...
... turned in my saddle , and made its girths tight , Then shortened each stirrup , and set the pique right , Rebuckled the check - strap , chained slacker the bit , Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit . * Pronounced Äks . III . ' Twas ...
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... turned into his box , which had been washed , while it was yet damp , was a hare of great humor and drollery . Puss was tamed by gentle usage ; Tiney was not to be tamed at all ; and Bess had a courage and confidence that made him tame ...
... turned into his box , which had been washed , while it was yet damp , was a hare of great humor and drollery . Puss was tamed by gentle usage ; Tiney was not to be tamed at all ; and Bess had a courage and confidence that made him tame ...
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... turned on rocks and raging surf His golden eye . But , petted , in our climate cold He lived and chattered many a day ; Until with age , from green and gold , His wings grew gray . At last , when , seeming blind and dumb , He scolded ...
... turned on rocks and raging surf His golden eye . But , petted , in our climate cold He lived and chattered many a day ; Until with age , from green and gold , His wings grew gray . At last , when , seeming blind and dumb , He scolded ...
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... turned their horses , and rode back so far as to have sufficient space for their career ; then fixing their spears in their rests , they flew at each other with the greatest fury and impetuosity . Their shock was so rude , and the blow ...
... turned their horses , and rode back so far as to have sufficient space for their career ; then fixing their spears in their rests , they flew at each other with the greatest fury and impetuosity . Their shock was so rude , and the blow ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 225 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Pàgina 37 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Pàgina 30 - 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 !" echoed the wall to us galloping through ; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. 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...
Pàgina 149 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Pàgina 224 - The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Pàgina 114 - Northeast ; The snow fell hissing in the brine. And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Pàgina 310 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pàgina 32 - for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Pàgina 103 - That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure ; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ! Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well : The; old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Pàgina 383 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...