Murby's Excelsior readers, ed. by F. YoungFrancis Young (F.R.G.S.) 1870 |
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Σελίδα 130
... labour . Nothing astonished me more than this impetuous attack ; my attention was intense on this deadly combat . The weaker species knew the vulnerable point of his formidable enemy who was too busy to pro- tect himself . A further ...
... labour . Nothing astonished me more than this impetuous attack ; my attention was intense on this deadly combat . The weaker species knew the vulnerable point of his formidable enemy who was too busy to pro- tect himself . A further ...
Σελίδα 136
... How still the morning of the hallowed day ! Mute is the voice of rural labour , hushed The ploughboy's whistle , and the milkmaid's song . The. JAMES GRAHAME . [ For Biographical Notice see next page . ] 136 SIXTH EXCELSIOR READER .
... How still the morning of the hallowed day ! Mute is the voice of rural labour , hushed The ploughboy's whistle , and the milkmaid's song . The. JAMES GRAHAME . [ For Biographical Notice see next page . ] 136 SIXTH EXCELSIOR READER .
Σελίδα 145
... labour of an hour or two at any time , as for the loss of the pigs . While he was thinking what he should say to his father , and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers , an odour assailed his ...
... labour of an hour or two at any time , as for the loss of the pigs . While he was thinking what he should say to his father , and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers , an odour assailed his ...
Σελίδα 164
... labour ! The dignity of labour ! Consider its achievements ! Dismayed by no difficulty , shrinking from no exertion , exhausted by no struggle , ever eager for renewed efforts , in its persevering promotion of human happiness ...
... labour ! The dignity of labour ! Consider its achievements ! Dismayed by no difficulty , shrinking from no exertion , exhausted by no struggle , ever eager for renewed efforts , in its persevering promotion of human happiness ...
Σελίδα 165
... Labour tending the pastures , and sweeping the waters , as well as cultivating the soil , provides with daily sustenance the nine hundred millions of the family of man . Labour gathers the gossamer web of the caterpillar , the cotton ...
... Labour tending the pastures , and sweeping the waters , as well as cultivating the soil , provides with daily sustenance the nine hundred millions of the family of man . Labour gathers the gossamer web of the caterpillar , the cotton ...
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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 226 - 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 227 - 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.