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... Praise of the Departed and the Memory of Ancestors Thucydides 116 . NATURAL HISTORY . . The Humming Bird The Nightingale The Sugar Cane The Stork The Papyrus The Habits of the Mole The Mahogany Tree The Petrel The Ceylon Leech Goldsmith ...
... Praise of the Departed and the Memory of Ancestors Thucydides 116 . NATURAL HISTORY . . The Humming Bird The Nightingale The Sugar Cane The Stork The Papyrus The Habits of the Mole The Mahogany Tree The Petrel The Ceylon Leech Goldsmith ...
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... Praise of the Departed and the Memory of Ancestors Hooker 114 Bishop Hall 115 Thucydides 116 NATURAL HISTORY . The Humming Bird The Nightingale The Sugar Cane The Stork The Papyrus • The Habits of the Mole The Mahogany Tree Goldsmith ...
... Praise of the Departed and the Memory of Ancestors Hooker 114 Bishop Hall 115 Thucydides 116 NATURAL HISTORY . The Humming Bird The Nightingale The Sugar Cane The Stork The Papyrus • The Habits of the Mole The Mahogany Tree Goldsmith ...
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... joyous innocency , " men praise me as their friend and benefactor . Oh ! what a bliss it is , unseen and secretly , to befriend them ! How happy are we , the invisible messengers 14 READING LESSONS . Sleep and Death Krümmacher.
... joyous innocency , " men praise me as their friend and benefactor . Oh ! what a bliss it is , unseen and secretly , to befriend them ! How happy are we , the invisible messengers 14 READING LESSONS . Sleep and Death Krümmacher.
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... praise the gods more duly . For the men of old time loved no songs so well as those which had noble tunes , and words full of holy and prudent counsel . So he went and dwelt a long time in these parts ; and the people made him wealthy ...
... praise the gods more duly . For the men of old time loved no songs so well as those which had noble tunes , and words full of holy and prudent counsel . So he went and dwelt a long time in these parts ; and the people made him wealthy ...
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... praise less shining , but not less solid , than yours . The nymph of this peace- ful valley , rendered more fertile and beautiful by my stream ; the neighbouring sylvan deities , to whose plea- sure I contribute , will pay a grateful ...
... praise less shining , but not less solid , than yours . The nymph of this peace- ful valley , rendered more fertile and beautiful by my stream ; the neighbouring sylvan deities , to whose plea- sure I contribute , will pay a grateful ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aldhelm animal appear Arab Archias bamboos beautiful birds Bishop BISHOP OF SHERBORNE Bishop Wilson blessed body branches bright called Catiline Christ Christianity Church Cimbrian war colours columns creatures dark death delight divine doth earth enemy eyes feet fire flowers frequently give glory greatest ground hand happy hath heard heart heaven height helmet of Navarre Herculaneum Himalayas holy honour houses Idumea ISAAC NEWTON king labour Lapland length light living look Lord mind mole morning mountains narch nature nest never night nightingale noble pass Periander person pleasure Pompeii poor praise present racter rein-deer religion rising rock Roman ruins sapadilla seen side snow song soul spirit stone stork sweet thee things thou thought tion travellers trees turn unto voice walls whole WILLIAM OF WYKEHAM wind wisdom wonder Wykeham
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Seite 242 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through...
Seite 242 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Seite 243 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Seite 234 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Seite 241 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 248 - And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory...
Seite 236 - Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, — Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain...
Seite 235 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of...
Seite 220 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Seite 245 - Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead — Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewllyn's heir.