The Fifth Reader of the School and Family SeriesHarper & Brothers, Franklin Square, New York., 1863 - 527 pàgines |
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Pàgina ii
... thee in the light of happy faces ' , Love ' , Hope ' , and Patience ' , ̄ these must be thy graces ' ; And in thine own ' heart ' let them first keep school ' . For as old Atlas on his broad neck places Heaven's starry globe ' , and ...
... thee in the light of happy faces ' , Love ' , Hope ' , and Patience ' , ̄ these must be thy graces ' ; And in thine own ' heart ' let them first keep school ' . For as old Atlas on his broad neck places Heaven's starry globe ' , and ...
Pàgina 30
... thee ' ? Vile worm ' ! - oh madness ' ! pride ' ! impiety` ! —POPE . But I see our time is already exhausted , and we must defer a farther con- sideration of the subject until the next evening . FIFTH EVENING . General ANALYSIS . Public ...
... thee ' ? Vile worm ' ! - oh madness ' ! pride ' ! impiety` ! —POPE . But I see our time is already exhausted , and we must defer a farther con- sideration of the subject until the next evening . FIFTH EVENING . General ANALYSIS . Public ...
Pàgina 32
... thee , who , mindful of the unhonor'd dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate , If chance , by lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred spirit should inquire thy fate ' , Haply some hoary - headed swain may say , Oft have we ...
... thee , who , mindful of the unhonor'd dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate , If chance , by lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred spirit should inquire thy fate ' , Haply some hoary - headed swain may say , Oft have we ...
Pàgina 33
... thee , ruthless king ! Confusion on thy banners wait ! Though fann'd by conquest's crimson wing , They mock the air with idle state . Helm , or hauberk's twisted mail , Nor e'en thy virtues , tyrant , shall avail To save thy secret soul ...
... thee , ruthless king ! Confusion on thy banners wait ! Though fann'd by conquest's crimson wing , They mock the air with idle state . Helm , or hauberk's twisted mail , Nor e'en thy virtues , tyrant , shall avail To save thy secret soul ...
Pàgina 35
... thee ! Thy bones are marrowless , thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! What man dare I dare : Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear , The arm'd rhinoceros , or the Hyrcan tiger ...
... thee ! Thy bones are marrowless , thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! What man dare I dare : Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear , The arm'd rhinoceros , or the Hyrcan tiger ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 82 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
Pàgina 490 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Pàgina 314 - Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice — Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Pàgina 534 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Pàgina 42 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the Flood.
Pàgina 533 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Pàgina 491 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Pàgina 531 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Pàgina 491 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Pàgina 489 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.