The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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... tion to say , that whatever teaches a good style of reading tends to educate the mind , and conversely , that whatever educates the mind tends to produce a good style of reading . Thus there are two objects , and two only , which are ...
... tion to say , that whatever teaches a good style of reading tends to educate the mind , and conversely , that whatever educates the mind tends to produce a good style of reading . Thus there are two objects , and two only , which are ...
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... tion , steep to the blue water , studded here and there with new - mown heaps , filling all the air with fainter sweetness , — look up towards the higher hills , where the waves of ever- lasting green roll silently into their long ...
... tion , steep to the blue water , studded here and there with new - mown heaps , filling all the air with fainter sweetness , — look up towards the higher hills , where the waves of ever- lasting green roll silently into their long ...
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... tion of the hills , leaving only passage for a river ; sometimes by correspondent windings , without such approximation ; and sometimes by a bold advance of one mountain towards that which is opposite it . It may here be observed with ...
... tion of the hills , leaving only passage for a river ; sometimes by correspondent windings , without such approximation ; and sometimes by a bold advance of one mountain towards that which is opposite it . It may here be observed with ...
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... tion of the colour . As long as a wave remains unbroken no colour appears ; but when the foam just doubles over the crest , like an Alpine snow - cornice , under the cornice we often see a display of the most exquisite green . It is ...
... tion of the colour . As long as a wave remains unbroken no colour appears ; but when the foam just doubles over the crest , like an Alpine snow - cornice , under the cornice we often see a display of the most exquisite green . It is ...
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... pile of iron buttress and rugged wall , instinct with work of an imagina- tion as wild and wayward as the northern sea ; creations of ungainly shape and rigid limb , but full of wolfish ASPECTS OF NORTHERN AND SOUTHERN COUNTRIES . 63.
... pile of iron buttress and rugged wall , instinct with work of an imagina- tion as wild and wayward as the northern sea ; creations of ungainly shape and rigid limb , but full of wolfish ASPECTS OF NORTHERN AND SOUTHERN COUNTRIES . 63.
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Seite 167 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Seite 273 - It doth appear you are a worthy judge : You know the law ; your exposition Hath been most sound : I charge you by the law, Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar, Proceed to judgment. By my soul I swear, There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me.
Seite 7 - Since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Seite 14 - I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the Stars reel and swim, When the Whirlwinds my banner unfurl From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof; The mountains its columns be.
Seite 11 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers "From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Seite 296 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Seite 256 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Seite 166 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Seite 11 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Seite 17 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...