Poetry and prose: with lessons on the art of reading; a suppl. to Daily lesson book, no.31870 |
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الصفحة 10
... looks benignly blend , The sire , the son , the husband , brother , friend . Here woman reigns ; the mother , daughter ... look around ; Oh , thou shalt find , howe'er thy footsteps roam , That land thy country , and that spot thy home ...
... looks benignly blend , The sire , the son , the husband , brother , friend . Here woman reigns ; the mother , daughter ... look around ; Oh , thou shalt find , howe'er thy footsteps roam , That land thy country , and that spot thy home ...
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... look'd when it was fresh and young , And the great deluge still had left it grèen ; Or was it then so old , that history's pages Contain'd no record of its early ages ? Still silent , incommunicative élf ! Art sworn to secrecy ? then ...
... look'd when it was fresh and young , And the great deluge still had left it grèen ; Or was it then so old , that history's pages Contain'd no record of its early ages ? Still silent , incommunicative élf ! Art sworn to secrecy ? then ...
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... Lòrd . ” Lét us ( since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to díe ) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze , but not without a plan . 26 WHEN THE VOICE RISES OR FALLS . 6. The.
... Lòrd . ” Lét us ( since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to díe ) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze , but not without a plan . 26 WHEN THE VOICE RISES OR FALLS . 6. The.
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... look over . Tor'ment , pain . Torment ' , to torture . Trans'fer , the thing passed . Transfer ' , to pass it over . Un'dress , a negligent dress , Undress ' , to take off clothes . Un'derrate , less price , Underrate ' , to under ...
... look over . Tor'ment , pain . Torment ' , to torture . Trans'fer , the thing passed . Transfer ' , to pass it over . Un'dress , a negligent dress , Undress ' , to take off clothes . Un'derrate , less price , Underrate ' , to under ...
الصفحة 47
... look'd from that lone post of death , In still yet brave despair , And shouted but once more aloud , " My father ! must I stay ? " While o'er him fast , through sail and shroud , The wreathing fires made way . They wrapp'd the ship in ...
... look'd from that lone post of death , In still yet brave despair , And shouted but once more aloud , " My father ! must I stay ? " While o'er him fast , through sail and shroud , The wreathing fires made way . They wrapp'd the ship in ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
beauty BERNARD BARTON birds BORN breath cheerful clouds cried Cromwell Damon DAMON AND PYTHIAS dark death deep delight DIED Dion dost earth ELIZA COOK eyes falling father fear FELICIA HEMAN fire glory hand happy hast thou hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills honour horse humour HYMN Indians inflection JAMES THOMSON king labour land light living look Lord LORD BYRON mind morning mother mountains nature never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pause peace pleasure Poor Richard says POOR RICHARD'S MAXIMS praise prayer Pythias replied rise Robber ROBERT SOUTHEY rope round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine silent sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star stranger sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THOMAS GRAY thou hast thought tree twas vale virtue voice wave weary whistle wild WILLIAM COWPER wings words young
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الصفحة 49 - That changed through all, and yet in all the same. Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
الصفحة 129 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow!
الصفحة 120 - The armaments which thunderstrike 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.
الصفحة 58 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
الصفحة 87 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd 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 his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in...
الصفحة 173 - ... for expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one: but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
الصفحة 173 - Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them: for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them and above them, won by observation.
الصفحة 76 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt, at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
الصفحة 101 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
الصفحة 14 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such '. — It was. Where thou art gone, Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.