The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. BuchanAlexander Winton Buchan 1861 |
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Σελίδα 6
... Friendship , Shakspere . 92 • Griffith's Character of Cardinal Wolsey , Shakspere . 92 . Soliloquy of Henry IV . on Sleep , Overthrow of the Rebel Angels , • Shakspere . 94 Milton . 95 Satan Summoning the Rebel Angels , Satan ...
... Friendship , Shakspere . 92 • Griffith's Character of Cardinal Wolsey , Shakspere . 92 . Soliloquy of Henry IV . on Sleep , Overthrow of the Rebel Angels , • Shakspere . 94 Milton . 95 Satan Summoning the Rebel Angels , Satan ...
Σελίδα 8
... friends , And , on this wise , bestow'd his last bequest : - 86 Mother ! I'm dying now- There is deep suffocation in my breast , As if some heavy hand my bosom prest ; And on my brow 66 I feel the cold sweat stand ; My lips grow dry and ...
... friends , And , on this wise , bestow'd his last bequest : - 86 Mother ! I'm dying now- There is deep suffocation in my breast , As if some heavy hand my bosom prest ; And on my brow 66 I feel the cold sweat stand ; My lips grow dry and ...
Σελίδα 11
... friends ne'er hoped to see me more , And wept for me as for the dead . As I drew near , the cottage blazed , The evening fire was clear and bright , As through the window long I gazed , And saw each friend with dear delight . My father ...
... friends ne'er hoped to see me more , And wept for me as for the dead . As I drew near , the cottage blazed , The evening fire was clear and bright , As through the window long I gazed , And saw each friend with dear delight . My father ...
Σελίδα 12
... friend to whom Jean was whispering . 5. What might the effects of his sudden entrance have been ? 6. How did he manage to avoid giving them too great a surprise ? 7. Who only recognised him at once ? 8. How did Tray show that he knew ...
... friend to whom Jean was whispering . 5. What might the effects of his sudden entrance have been ? 6. How did he manage to avoid giving them too great a surprise ? 7. Who only recognised him at once ? 8. How did Tray show that he knew ...
Σελίδα 21
... friends Peruse the sad expression in thy face , And the child stops amid his bounding race , And the tall stripling bends Low to thine ear with duty unforgot- Alas , dear mother , that thou seest them not ! But thou canst hear - and ...
... friends Peruse the sad expression in thy face , And the child stops amid his bounding race , And the tall stripling bends Low to thine ear with duty unforgot- Alas , dear mother , that thou seest them not ! But thou canst hear - and ...
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beauty beneath bird blood breast breath bright brothers Canute child clouds cold comes crown dark dead dear death deep dread early earth eternal face fair father fear feel fire flowers friends give gone green hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill History hope hour Italy king knew LADY leave light lives look Lord meet morning mother nature nest never night o'er once pass poet poor praise pride Professor Queen rest rise rock rose round seen silent sing sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stood streams summer sweet tears tell thee things thou thought throne tree voice weary wild wind wing winter young
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Σελίδα 72 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Σελίδα 47 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Σελίδα 25 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Σελίδα 90 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Σελίδα 70 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Σελίδα 94 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Σελίδα 89 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Σελίδα 56 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Σελίδα 57 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Σελίδα 89 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.