The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 Seiten |
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... GATE . CX . LADY CLARE CXIV . HERVÉ RIEL CXVI . THE CLOUD CXVIII . THE VILLAGE PREACHER CXX . CXXII . SKATING O. W. Holmes Jean Ingelow W. C. Bryant Tennyson . Robert Browning . 335 P. B. Shelley 343 • · Goldsmith • . 346 352 • • 355 ...
... GATE . CX . LADY CLARE CXIV . HERVÉ RIEL CXVI . THE CLOUD CXVIII . THE VILLAGE PREACHER CXX . CXXII . SKATING O. W. Holmes Jean Ingelow W. C. Bryant Tennyson . Robert Browning . 335 P. B. Shelley 343 • · Goldsmith • . 346 352 • • 355 ...
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... gates unspàr ! Rise up , and ride both fast and fàr ! The sea flows over bolt and bàr ! 3. Ye crags and peaks , I'm with you once again ! I hold to you the hands you first behèld , To show they still are frèe . Methinks I hear A spirit ...
... gates unspàr ! Rise up , and ride both fast and fàr ! The sea flows over bolt and bàr ! 3. Ye crags and peaks , I'm with you once again ! I hold to you the hands you first behèld , To show they still are frèe . Methinks I hear A spirit ...
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... gates unbàrring ! Tramp of men and quick commands ! " Tis my lord come back from hùnting , " And the Duchess claps her hands . Slow and tired came the hunters ; Stopped in darkness in the còurt . 66 ' Hò , this way , ye laggard hunters ...
... gates unbàrring ! Tramp of men and quick commands ! " Tis my lord come back from hùnting , " And the Duchess claps her hands . Slow and tired came the hunters ; Stopped in darkness in the còurt . 66 ' Hò , this way , ye laggard hunters ...
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... gates , and on their hinges grate Harsh thùnder . 8. HARMONIOUS SOUNDS . Heaven opened wide Her ever - during gates , harmonious sound , On golden hinges turning . 9. MOVEMENTS OF MONSTERS . Part huge of bulk , Wallowing unwieldy ...
... gates , and on their hinges grate Harsh thùnder . 8. HARMONIOUS SOUNDS . Heaven opened wide Her ever - during gates , harmonious sound , On golden hinges turning . 9. MOVEMENTS OF MONSTERS . Part huge of bulk , Wallowing unwieldy ...
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... gates . Let us hold out till then ; or , sooner than betray our trust , let us fall with our defenses and be buried in the ruins of our beloved city ! " 7. Thus defended , Nancy held out until Charles , mad- dened to fury by so ...
... gates . Let us hold out till then ; or , sooner than betray our trust , let us fall with our defenses and be buried in the ruins of our beloved city ! " 7. Thus defended , Nancy held out until Charles , mad- dened to fury by so ...
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Seite 57 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Seite 91 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
Seite 114 - I WIND about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Seite 360 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Seite 360 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Seite 343 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 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 377 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach...
Seite 344 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Seite 255 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Seite 49 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...