The illustrated public school speaker and reader based on grammatical analysis: a selection of pieces, by A.K. Isbister1870 - 382 σελίδες |
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... rest satisfied with knowing a few stock pieces . The only objection I can conceive to what I have been saying is , that it may be said that a relish for higher literature belongs only to the few ; that it is the result of cultivation ...
... rest satisfied with knowing a few stock pieces . The only objection I can conceive to what I have been saying is , that it may be said that a relish for higher literature belongs only to the few ; that it is the result of cultivation ...
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... rest in heaven . - - As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form , - · Swells from the vale , | - and midway leaves the storm , - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , - Eternal sunshine settles on its head . - Pause ...
... rest in heaven . - - As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form , - · Swells from the vale , | - and midway leaves the storm , - Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , - Eternal sunshine settles on its head . - Pause ...
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... REST - how green the banks were Now - how bright the flowers growing on them how tall the rushes ! Now The boat was out at sea but gliding smoothly on . And there was a shore before him . WHо stood on the BANK ? NOW · He put his hands ...
... REST - how green the banks were Now - how bright the flowers growing on them how tall the rushes ! Now The boat was out at sea but gliding smoothly on . And there was a shore before him . WHо stood on the BANK ? NOW · He put his hands ...
Σελίδα 31
... rest Thy weary head upon this breast ! ' A tear stood in his bright blue eye , But still he answered , with a sigh , — Excelsior ! " Beware the pine - tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche ! ' This was the peasant's last ...
... rest Thy weary head upon this breast ! ' A tear stood in his bright blue eye , But still he answered , with a sigh , — Excelsior ! " Beware the pine - tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche ! ' This was the peasant's last ...
Σελίδα 37
Alexander Kennedy Isbister. A thousand spurs are striking deep , a thousand spears in rest , A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow- white crest ; And in they burst , and on they rush'd , while , like a guiding star ...
Alexander Kennedy Isbister. A thousand spurs are striking deep , a thousand spears in rest , A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow- white crest ; And in they burst , and on they rush'd , while , like a guiding star ...
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Σελίδα 191 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Σελίδα 55 - What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Σελίδα 159 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in...
Σελίδα 156 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Σελίδα 159 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Σελίδα 72 - Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels) In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright, At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Σελίδα 217 - 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...
Σελίδα 250 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Σελίδα 179 - THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece, Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Σελίδα 53 - Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.