Routledge's readings, selected and arranged by E. RoutledgeEdmund Routledge 1871 |
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Σελίδα 7
... the hazel- tree ? He thought of that sharp look , mother , I gave him yesterday , - But I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . The honeysuckle round the porch has wov'n its wavy bowers 7 The May Queen.
... the hazel- tree ? He thought of that sharp look , mother , I gave him yesterday , - But I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . The honeysuckle round the porch has wov'n its wavy bowers 7 The May Queen.
Σελίδα 24
... , those who were walking in their path drew back to make way for them , and gave them a softened greeting . Some shook the old man kindly by the hand , and some uncovered while he tottered by , 24 The Death of Little Nell .
... , those who were walking in their path drew back to make way for them , and gave them a softened greeting . Some shook the old man kindly by the hand , and some uncovered while he tottered by , 24 The Death of Little Nell .
Σελίδα 47
... come On Holy Thursday to his city of Rome . The Angel with great joy received his guests , And gave them presents of embroidered vests , And velvet mantles with rich ermine lined , And rings King Robert of Sicily . 47.
... come On Holy Thursday to his city of Rome . The Angel with great joy received his guests , And gave them presents of embroidered vests , And velvet mantles with rich ermine lined , And rings King Robert of Sicily . 47.
Σελίδα 76
... gave Fresh light , and gilt the prospect of the grave . One day he lighter seem'd , and they forgot The care , the dread , the anguish of their lot ; They spoke with cheerfulness , and seem'd to think , Yet said not so- " perhaps he ...
... gave Fresh light , and gilt the prospect of the grave . One day he lighter seem'd , and they forgot The care , the dread , the anguish of their lot ; They spoke with cheerfulness , and seem'd to think , Yet said not so- " perhaps he ...
Σελίδα 96
... gave another look , -one lingering look she gave , - - Then , sighing , left him lying in his little wintry grave . ( By permission of the Author . ) COME WHOAM TO THY CHILDER AN ' ME . BY EDWIN WAUGH . Aw've just mended th ' fire wi ...
... gave another look , -one lingering look she gave , - - Then , sighing , left him lying in his little wintry grave . ( By permission of the Author . ) COME WHOAM TO THY CHILDER AN ' ME . BY EDWIN WAUGH . Aw've just mended th ' fire wi ...
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Angel answer arms bells beside bless breath bright brother child church close cold coming corporal cried cuts dark dead dear death deep door Dora eyes face fair fall father fear feet fell Floy galloped gave gazed gone grave hall hand head hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour hundred Italy King kiss Lady laid light lips living look Lord morning mother never night nurse o'er once passed Paul poor pray prayer rest river Robert rolling rose round rushed seen side sight silence sitting snow soul sound stand stood sweet tears tell thee thou thought told took Trim turned twas uncle Toby Vere voice wall watched wave wild wind young youth
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Σελίδα 55 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
Σελίδα 67 - 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.
Σελίδα 57 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Σελίδα 18 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'tis only noble to be good; Kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood.
Σελίδα 51 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Σελίδα 159 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more...
Σελίδα 82 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve — The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng ; And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight. She blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream I heard her breathe my name.
Σελίδα 156 - The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth, Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Σελίδα 15 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well; Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Σελίδα 161 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide, And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine ; There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.