The second Poetical reading book, compiled, with notes, by W. McLeodWalter McLeod 1850 |
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Pàgina 8
... sweet . Once only , shot like an arrowy ray , A pale - blue flash was seen ; It pass'd so swift , the eye scarce could say That such a thing had been : Yet the beat of every heart was still , And the flesh crawl'd fearfully and chill ...
... sweet . Once only , shot like an arrowy ray , A pale - blue flash was seen ; It pass'd so swift , the eye scarce could say That such a thing had been : Yet the beat of every heart was still , And the flesh crawl'd fearfully and chill ...
Pàgina 10
... sweet , And prompts the aspiring soul to leave The earth we tread beneath our feet , And soar away on pinions fleet , Beyond the scene of mortal strife , With fair ethereal forms to meet , That tell us of an after life ? No God ! -Who ...
... sweet , And prompts the aspiring soul to leave The earth we tread beneath our feet , And soar away on pinions fleet , Beyond the scene of mortal strife , With fair ethereal forms to meet , That tell us of an after life ? No God ! -Who ...
Pàgina 12
... sweet - smell- ing ol - dours , perfumes dis / -cord , want of har- mony vaco . vireo . · tumbos . - saveur . odor . dis , cor . I knew a boy , whose infant feet had trod Upon the blossoms of some seven springs , And when the eighth ...
... sweet - smell- ing ol - dours , perfumes dis / -cord , want of har- mony vaco . vireo . · tumbos . - saveur . odor . dis , cor . I knew a boy , whose infant feet had trod Upon the blossoms of some seven springs , And when the eighth ...
Pàgina 13
... sweet mother ! -say , when I am dead , Shall I be missed ? " Never beside your knee Shall I kneel down again at night to pray , Nor with the morning wake , and sing the lay You taught to me ! " Oh , at the time of prayer , When you look ...
... sweet mother ! -say , when I am dead , Shall I be missed ? " Never beside your knee Shall I kneel down again at night to pray , Nor with the morning wake , and sing the lay You taught to me ! " Oh , at the time of prayer , When you look ...
Pàgina 15
... sweet ? Before thy infant feet . The earth and ocean were not hush'd to hear Bright harmony from every starry sphere ; Nor at thy presence break the voice of song From all the cherub choirs , And seraph's burning lyres Pour'd through ...
... sweet ? Before thy infant feet . The earth and ocean were not hush'd to hear Bright harmony from every starry sphere ; Nor at thy presence break the voice of song From all the cherub choirs , And seraph's burning lyres Pour'd through ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 100 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pàgina 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Pàgina 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Pàgina 67 - 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 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Pàgina 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Pàgina 35 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Pàgina 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Pàgina 68 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pàgina 101 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...