Choice Readings from Standard and Popular Authors: Comp. and ArrangedGinn & Company, 1912 - 710 sivua |
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... live and move , fair creatures ! tell , Tell , if ye saw , how came I thus ? how here ? " ADAM DESCRIBING THE CREATION OF EVE . JOHN MILTON .. MINE eyes he closed , but open left the cell Of fancy , my internal sight , by which Abstract ...
... live and move , fair creatures ! tell , Tell , if ye saw , how came I thus ? how here ? " ADAM DESCRIBING THE CREATION OF EVE . JOHN MILTON .. MINE eyes he closed , but open left the cell Of fancy , my internal sight , by which Abstract ...
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... live , this is my stay ; I seek no more than may suffice : I press to bear no haughty sway ; Look , what I lack , my mind supplies . Lo ! thus I triumph like a king , Content with what my mind doth bring . I see how plenty surfeits oft ...
... live , this is my stay ; I seek no more than may suffice : I press to bear no haughty sway ; Look , what I lack , my mind supplies . Lo ! thus I triumph like a king , Content with what my mind doth bring . I see how plenty surfeits oft ...
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... live , thus will I die ; Would all did live so well as I ! ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD . THOMAS GRAY . THE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day , The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea , The ploughman homeward plods his ...
... live , thus will I die ; Would all did live so well as I ! ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD . THOMAS GRAY . THE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day , The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea , The ploughman homeward plods his ...
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... live their wonted fires . For thee , who , mindful of th ' unhonour'd dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate , If , ' chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate , Haply some hoary ...
... live their wonted fires . For thee , who , mindful of th ' unhonour'd dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate , If , ' chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate , Haply some hoary ...
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... live it , Is welcome to the pain it costs to give it . THE BLIND FIDDLER . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . AN Orpheus ! an Orpheus ! Yes , Faith may grow bold , And take to herself all the wonders of old ; - Near the stately Panthéon you'll meet ...
... live it , Is welcome to the pain it costs to give it . THE BLIND FIDDLER . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . AN Orpheus ! an Orpheus ! Yes , Faith may grow bold , And take to herself all the wonders of old ; - Near the stately Panthéon you'll meet ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY arms bear beautiful bells bless blood brave breast breath Bregenz brow child Claudius clouds Commodus cried dark dead dear death Decemvir deep dream Earth eyes face fair fall father fear feet fellah flowers gazed girl Goody Cole grave Hampton River hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven honour Kate Shelly King Lady laugh Lictors light lips live look look'd Lord Mac-Morlan morning mother never night o'er once PARTHENIA pass'd poor pray prayer R. H. DANA ring river round S. T. COLERIDGE Sandalphon seem'd shore shouted silence smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stand star stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tree turn'd Twas Virg Virginia voice waves wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wood words young
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Sivu 291 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? ' Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Sivu 19 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Sivu 197 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead...
Sivu 329 - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Sivu 459 - JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ;' But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Sivu 210 - 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....
Sivu 207 - twas a pleasing fear; For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, — as I do here.
Sivu 471 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Sivu 207 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Sivu 328 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.