The new London readers. 6th reader1884 |
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Pàgina 4
... hope you will henceforth take warning , and consider duration and matter , as well as method and art . * 8. " You boast indeed of being obliged to no other creature , but of drawing and spinning out all from yourself ; that is to say ...
... hope you will henceforth take warning , and consider duration and matter , as well as method and art . * 8. " You boast indeed of being obliged to no other creature , but of drawing and spinning out all from yourself ; that is to say ...
Pàgina 20
... hope deferred . * Upon looking nearer , I saw him pale and feverish in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun , no moon , in all that time ; nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed ...
... hope deferred . * Upon looking nearer , I saw him pale and feverish in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun , no moon , in all that time ; nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed ...
Pàgina 38
... hope , and at last despair , had prostrated the strength they had so long supported ; and the brave boy - who had been for some time feeble as a very child after a fever , with a mind confused and wandering , and in its perplexities ...
... hope , and at last despair , had prostrated the strength they had so long supported ; and the brave boy - who had been for some time feeble as a very child after a fever , with a mind confused and wandering , and in its perplexities ...
Pàgina 66
... hope to my breast is most near : If again we shall meet in this rural retreat , May we meet , as we part , with a Tear . 11. When my soul wings her flight to the regions of night , * And my corse shall recline on its bier , * As ye pass ...
... hope to my breast is most near : If again we shall meet in this rural retreat , May we meet , as we part , with a Tear . 11. When my soul wings her flight to the regions of night , * And my corse shall recline on its bier , * As ye pass ...
Pàgina 74
... hope to save the town ? " 4. Then out spake brave Horatius , The Captain of the gate : " To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late . And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds , For the ashes of his fathers , And ...
... hope to save the town ? " 4. Then out spake brave Horatius , The Captain of the gate : " To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late . And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds , For the ashes of his fathers , And ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 68 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Pàgina 130 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Pàgina 126 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Pàgina 117 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 51 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Pàgina 55 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Pàgina 120 - And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Pàgina 81 - 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 58 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass ; methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer....
Pàgina 51 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...