The School board readers. Standard i(iii-vi), ed. by a former H.M. inspector of schools, Τόμος 6 |
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Σελίδα 23
... thou but a vagabond without house or home , without stock or inheritance , born to no possession of your own but a pair of wings and a drone - pipe ? Your livelihood is a universal plunder upon nature ; a freebooter over fields and ...
... thou but a vagabond without house or home , without stock or inheritance , born to no possession of your own but a pair of wings and a drone - pipe ? Your livelihood is a universal plunder upon nature ; a freebooter over fields and ...
Σελίδα 42
... thou wilt , still , Slavery , " said I , " still thou art a bitter draught ; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee , thou art no less bitter on that account . ' Tis thou , thrice sweet and gracious goddess ...
... thou wilt , still , Slavery , " said I , " still thou art a bitter draught ; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee , thou art no less bitter on that account . ' Tis thou , thrice sweet and gracious goddess ...
Σελίδα 47
... thou- sand indignities I had met with , I was willing to cast myself away , and only wanted the gulf to receive me . I regarded myself as one of those vile things that nature designed should be thrown by into her lumber - room , there ...
... thou- sand indignities I had met with , I was willing to cast myself away , and only wanted the gulf to receive me . I regarded myself as one of those vile things that nature designed should be thrown by into her lumber - room , there ...
Σελίδα 59
... thou see , Rebecca ? " again demanded the wounded knight . 66 Nothing but the cloud of arrows flying so thick as to dazzle mine eyes , and to hide the bowmen who shoot them . " " That cannot endure , " said Ivanhoe ; " if they press not ...
... thou see , Rebecca ? " again demanded the wounded knight . 66 Nothing but the cloud of arrows flying so thick as to dazzle mine eyes , and to hide the bowmen who shoot them . " " That cannot endure , " said Ivanhoe ; " if they press not ...
Σελίδα 61
... thou given men thine own image , that it should be thus cruelly defaced by the hands of their brethren ! " " Think not of that , " said Ivanhoe ; " this is no time for such thoughts . Who yield ? who push their way ? " " The ladders are ...
... thou given men thine own image , that it should be thus cruelly defaced by the hands of their brethren ! " " Think not of that , " said Ivanhoe ; " this is no time for such thoughts . Who yield ? who push their way ? " " The ladders are ...
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Σελίδα 229 - 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 so divine.
Σελίδα 166 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Σελίδα 163 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Σελίδα 198 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Σελίδα 195 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Σελίδα 179 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Σελίδα 177 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, , Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere,...
Σελίδα 164 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Σελίδα 195 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Σελίδα 193 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...