Poetry and prose: with lessons on the art of reading; a suppl. to Daily lesson book, no.31870 |
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الصفحة 27
... wind , And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the dárkness , spinning still The rapid line of mótion , then at once Have I , reclined back upon my heels , Stopp'd short ; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheel'd by ...
... wind , And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the dárkness , spinning still The rapid line of mótion , then at once Have I , reclined back upon my heels , Stopp'd short ; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheel'd by ...
الصفحة 37
... winds round me sigh , And the stars burn bright in the midnight sky , As I sit apart by the cavern'd stone , Like Elijah at Horeb's cave alone , And feel as a moth in the mighty hand That spread the heavens and heav'd the land , - A ...
... winds round me sigh , And the stars burn bright in the midnight sky , As I sit apart by the cavern'd stone , Like Elijah at Horeb's cave alone , And feel as a moth in the mighty hand That spread the heavens and heav'd the land , - A ...
الصفحة 47
... winds that far around With fragments strew'd the sea ! With mast , and helm , and pennon fair , That well had borne their part , — But the noblest thing which perish'd there , Was that young and faithful heart . Mrs. Hemans . 47 48 ON ...
... winds that far around With fragments strew'd the sea ! With mast , and helm , and pennon fair , That well had borne their part , — But the noblest thing which perish'd there , Was that young and faithful heart . Mrs. Hemans . 47 48 ON ...
الصفحة 50
... winds the breath of fortune blows , No pow'r can turn it , and no pray'rs compose . Deep in some hermit's solitary cell , Repose , and ease , and contemplation dwell . Let conscience guide thee in the days of need ; Judge well thy own ...
... winds the breath of fortune blows , No pow'r can turn it , and no pray'rs compose . Deep in some hermit's solitary cell , Repose , and ease , and contemplation dwell . Let conscience guide thee in the days of need ; Judge well thy own ...
الصفحة 54
... undress thy soul . Mark the decay , And growth of it . If , with thy watch , that too Be down , then wind up both . Most surely judg'd , make thy Since we shall be accounts agree . WILLIAM SHAKSPERE . BORN , 1564 ; DIED , 1616.
... undress thy soul . Mark the decay , And growth of it . If , with thy watch , that too Be down , then wind up both . Most surely judg'd , make thy Since we shall be accounts agree . WILLIAM SHAKSPERE . BORN , 1564 ; DIED , 1616.
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appear bear beauty birds BORN breath called cheerful clouds course dark death deep DIED earth eyes fair falling father fear feel fire give green hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour inflection king land laws leaves Lessons light living look Lord mark means mind morning mother mountains nature never night o'er once pain pass pause peace perhaps pleasure poor praise present Principal reason replied rest rising roll round rule seen sentence shade side smile song soul sound speak spirit spring sweet tell thee things thou thought tree truth turn voice waters wave whole wild winds wings 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.