Open Sesame!: Arranged for students over fourteen years oldBlanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin Ginn & Company, 1890 |
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... hears no sound Save his own dashings , yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes , since first The flight of years began , have laid them down In their last sleep , — the dead reign there alone ! So shalt thou rest , and ...
... hears no sound Save his own dashings , yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes , since first The flight of years began , have laid them down In their last sleep , — the dead reign there alone ! So shalt thou rest , and ...
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... hear the echoes through the mountains throng , The winds come to me from the fields of sleep , And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; Thou child ...
... hear the echoes through the mountains throng , The winds come to me from the fields of sleep , And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity , And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; Thou child ...
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... hear , I hear , with joy I hear ! -But there's a tree , of many one , A single field which I have looked upon , - Both of them speak of something that is gone ; The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat . Whither is fled the ...
... hear , I hear , with joy I hear ! -But there's a tree , of many one , A single field which I have looked upon , - Both of them speak of something that is gone ; The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat . Whither is fled the ...
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... hear the mighty waters rolling evermore . Then , sing , ye birds , sing , sing a joyous song ! And let the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! We , in thought , will join your throng , Ye that pipe and ye that play , Ye that ...
... hear the mighty waters rolling evermore . Then , sing , ye birds , sing , sing a joyous song ! And let the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound ! We , in thought , will join your throng , Ye that pipe and ye that play , Ye that ...
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... hear . Symphorien , Symphorien ! Where is my voice ? My breath is gone ! Symphorien ! My son , my son ! Ah - look ! his clear eyes turn to me ; His firm , sweet , smiling lips I see . God will be good to thee and me , Symphorien ! Dear ...
... hear . Symphorien , Symphorien ! Where is my voice ? My breath is gone ! Symphorien ! My son , my son ! Ah - look ! his clear eyes turn to me ; His firm , sweet , smiling lips I see . God will be good to thee and me , Symphorien ! Dear ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Athens beauty behold beneath blood brave breast breath brow Carcassonne clouds cried crown dark dead dear death deep divine dost doth dread earth EDMUND SPENSER eternal EXTRACT eyes fair faith fight flowers forever FRIEDRICH SCHILLER give giveth His beloved glorious glory gone grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW honor hope human immortal JAMES RUSSELL Lowell JOHN MILTON JOHN RUSKIN King land liberty light live look Lord LORD BYRON mighty morning nations Nature never night noble o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Pheidippides prayer pride rise rock round ruin shalt ship shore silent smile song soul spirit stars sweet sword Symphorien tears tell thee thine things thou art thou wert thought throne truth voice Warren Hastings waves wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 3 - O, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Seite 73 - Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Seite 348 - Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Seite 156 - Both read the same Bible, and pray to the same God ; and each invokes his aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces ; but let us judge not, that we be not judged. The prayers of both could not be answered— that of neither has been answered fully. The Almighty has his own purposes.
Seite 275 - Myself not least, but honored of them all,— And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Seite 92 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
Seite 234 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry! England! and saint George ! [Exeunt.
Seite 52 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Seite 89 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Seite 97 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation ; we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.