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Σελίδα 20
JANE TAYLOR , the sister of Isaac Taylor , a well - known modern writer on theological subjects , was born at Lavenham in Suffolk , about 1785 , and died in 1821 . In conjunction with her sister Ann , the author of the well - known poem ...
JANE TAYLOR , the sister of Isaac Taylor , a well - known modern writer on theological subjects , was born at Lavenham in Suffolk , about 1785 , and died in 1821 . In conjunction with her sister Ann , the author of the well - known poem ...
Σελίδα 25
... No longer steel - clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willowed shore ; Where'er thou wind'st , by dale or hill , All , all is peaceful , all is still ! As if thy waves , since time was born , Since first they rolled upon the Tweed ...
... No longer steel - clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willowed shore ; Where'er thou wind'st , by dale or hill , All , all is peaceful , all is still ! As if thy waves , since time was born , Since first they rolled upon the Tweed ...
Σελίδα 32
... there dwelt a certain spider , swollen up to the first magnitude by the destruction of an infinite number of flies , whose spoils lay * JONATHAN SWirt , a celebrated Irish divine and writer , was born at Dublin , in 1667.
... there dwelt a certain spider , swollen up to the first magnitude by the destruction of an infinite number of flies , whose spoils lay * JONATHAN SWirt , a celebrated Irish divine and writer , was born at Dublin , in 1667.
Σελίδα 34
I was never in such a confounded pickle since I was born . ” " Sirrah , ” replied the spider , “ if it were not for breaking an old custom in our family , never to stir abroad against an enemy , I should come and teach you better ...
I was never in such a confounded pickle since I was born . ” " Sirrah , ” replied the spider , “ if it were not for breaking an old custom in our family , never to stir abroad against an enemy , I should come and teach you better ...
Σελίδα 36
ROBERT BROWNING , one of the most fertile and facile of our living poets , was born at Camberwell , one of the southern suburbs of London , in 1812. His poems are remarkable for force of language and descriptive power ; but here and ...
ROBERT BROWNING , one of the most fertile and facile of our living poets , was born at Camberwell , one of the southern suburbs of London , in 1812. His poems are remarkable for force of language and descriptive power ; but here and ...
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Σελίδα 25 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Σελίδα 36 - 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...
Σελίδα 37 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Σελίδα 36 - 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 pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Σελίδα 224 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture of divine.
Σελίδα 97 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Σελίδα 37 - 4. At Aerschot up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, To stare through the mist at us galloping past ; And I saw my stout galloper, Roland, at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray : 5.
Σελίδα 37 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, " Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Σελίδα 146 - Ho-ti himself, which was the more remarkable, instead of chastising his son, seemed to grow more indulgent to him than ever. At length they were watched, the terrible mystery discovered, and father and son summoned to take their trial at Pekin, then an inconsiderable assize town.
Σελίδα 225 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.