A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with Biographical and Critical Notices of the Authors : for the Use of Advanced Classes in Public and Private SchoolsSwan, Brewer and Tileston, 1861 - 552 σελίδες |
Αναζήτηση στο βιβλίο
Αποτελέσματα 1 - 5 από τα 53.
Σελίδα 7
... thee , " 115. The Gathering of the Fairies ,. ........ 119. The Lord of Burleigh , .. 120. Dialogue between Don Quixote and Sancho Panza ,. ............... LESSON 130. Distinction between Mind and Material Forms , 131. LESSON ..... 83 ...
... thee , " 115. The Gathering of the Fairies ,. ........ 119. The Lord of Burleigh , .. 120. Dialogue between Don Quixote and Sancho Panza ,. ............... LESSON 130. Distinction between Mind and Material Forms , 131. LESSON ..... 83 ...
Σελίδα 18
... thee ; We'd make , on joyful wing , Our annual visit round the globe , Companions of the spring . " Further observation and experience have given me a differ- ent idea of this feathered voluptuary , which I will venture to impart , for ...
... thee ; We'd make , on joyful wing , Our annual visit round the globe , Companions of the spring . " Further observation and experience have given me a differ- ent idea of this feathered voluptuary , which I will venture to impart , for ...
Σελίδα 24
... thee . With wings to fly to wood and glen , Thy lot , like mine , is cast with men ; And daily , with unwilling feet , I tread , like thee , the crowded street ; But , unlike me , when day is o'er , Thou canst dismiss the world and soar ...
... thee . With wings to fly to wood and glen , Thy lot , like mine , is cast with men ; And daily , with unwilling feet , I tread , like thee , the crowded street ; But , unlike me , when day is o'er , Thou canst dismiss the world and soar ...
Σελίδα 28
... thee , my poor little thing ! well may I grieve ! More than four years hast thou fed from my hand , drunk from my lip , and slept in my bosom . I owe to thee my support , my health , my strength , and my happiness . Without thee , what ...
... thee , my poor little thing ! well may I grieve ! More than four years hast thou fed from my hand , drunk from my lip , and slept in my bosom . I owe to thee my support , my health , my strength , and my happiness . Without thee , what ...
Σελίδα 29
... thee . Had it been filled with gold , thou hadst deserved it . " " It should be filled - and with gold , " said the master of the house , " if I could afford it . " The good man rose from his seat , which had long been uneasy to him ...
... thee . Had it been filled with gold , thou hadst deserved it . " " It should be filled - and with gold , " said the master of the house , " if I could afford it . " The good man rose from his seat , which had long been uneasy to him ...
Περιεχόμενα
21 | |
27 | |
30 | |
33 | |
48 | |
58 | |
68 | |
81 | |
217 | |
228 | |
237 | |
243 | |
250 | |
264 | |
275 | |
306 | |
83 | |
89 | |
92 | |
95 | |
101 | |
116 | |
129 | |
130 | |
136 | |
139 | |
142 | |
145 | |
154 | |
185 | |
190 | |
203 | |
209 | |
344 | |
351 | |
367 | |
392 | |
402 | |
424 | |
439 | |
460 | |
468 | |
470 | |
498 | |
503 | |
504 | |
513 | |
520 | |
528 | |
Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with ... George Stillman Hillard Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2008 |
A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts in Prose and Verse, With ... George Stillman Hillard Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2018 |
A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with ... George Stillman Hillard Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2008 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
admirable appeared beautiful become bird born bright called character close clouds colors continued dark dead death deep delight died earth England English expression face fall feeling feet flowers gave give grace green hand happy head heard heart heaven hill honor hope hour human hundred Italy king land leaves less light living look Lord mind morning mountain nature never night observed once passed persons poems present published reached received remained rest rich river rocks rose round scene seemed seen ship side sleep soon sound spirit stand sweet thee thing thou thought thousand tone traveller trees truth turned voice waves whole wind woods written young
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 225 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Σελίδα 37 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Σελίδα 30 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed !" echoed the wall to us galloping through ; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place ; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the...
Σελίδα 149 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Σελίδα 224 - The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Σελίδα 114 - Northeast ; The snow fell hissing in the brine. And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Σελίδα 310 - 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.
Σελίδα 32 - for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Σελίδα 103 - That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure ; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ! Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well : The; old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Σελίδα 383 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...