Cassell's illustrated readings, Volum 2;Volum 671875 |
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Pàgina 2
... door was open cast , And slowly , at the sheriff's side , up the long street I passed ; • I heard the murmur round me , and felt , but dared not see , How , from every door and window , the people gazed on me . And doubt and fear fell ...
... door was open cast , And slowly , at the sheriff's side , up the long street I passed ; • I heard the murmur round me , and felt , but dared not see , How , from every door and window , the people gazed on me . And doubt and fear fell ...
Pàgina 6
... door , and that was enough for I was then bound out to a farmer , where I was up both early and late ; but I ate and drank well , and liked my business well enough , till he died , when I was obliged to provide for myself ; so I was ...
... door , and that was enough for I was then bound out to a farmer , where I was up both early and late ; but I ate and drank well , and liked my business well enough , till he died , when I was obliged to provide for myself ; so I was ...
Pàgina 7
... door , where both the sentries were posted , and , rushing upon them , seized their arms in a moment , and knocked them down . From thence nine of us ran together to the quay , and , seizing the first boat we met , got out of the ...
... door , where both the sentries were posted , and , rushing upon them , seized their arms in a moment , and knocked them down . From thence nine of us ran together to the quay , and , seizing the first boat we met , got out of the ...
Pàgina 9
... door , lest all Should that she was proud . say So three doors off the chaise was stayed , Where they did all get in , Six precious souls , and all agog To dash through thick and thin . Smack went the whip , round went the wheels , Were ...
... door , lest all Should that she was proud . say So three doors off the chaise was stayed , Where they did all get in , Six precious souls , and all agog To dash through thick and thin . Smack went the whip , round went the wheels , Were ...
Pàgina 11
... door of the chamber . 66 Camillus Scribonianus , the governor of Dal- matia , having taken up arms against Claudius , Pætus joined himself to his party , and was soon after taken prisoner , and brought to Rome . When the guards were ...
... door of the chamber . 66 Camillus Scribonianus , the governor of Dal- matia , having taken up arms against Claudius , Pætus joined himself to his party , and was soon after taken prisoner , and brought to Rome . When the guards were ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
arms Asem beautiful beneath bird Blankton Weir busk Carbuncle close cried dark dead dear death deep Deerslayer Dominicus door dream dromedary duckling earth eyes face father fear feel fell felt fire friends gaze Giaour grave hand happy hath Hawk-eye head heard heart heaven hour James Fordyce Kimballton kind permission King knew Lady Eleanore laugh light lips live look Lycidas Medbourne Michael Arm Michael Armstrong morning NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE Nervii never night NUT-BROWN MAID o'er once passed Peter poor Province House rose round seemed seen side Silistria smile soon soul sound stood sweet tears tell thee thou thought Tin Soldier Tree turned Twas uncle Toby uncle Toby's voice watch whole wife wild wind wood word young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 22 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Pàgina 23 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet; Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation ; And the...
Pàgina 67 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Pàgina 320 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise ! No more ;—where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Pàgina 24 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage.
Pàgina 68 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Pàgina 73 - And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe. When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Pàgina 176 - tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Pàgina 154 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Pàgina 156 - thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore !" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm...