(The British readers). The first (-sixth) reader, ed. by T. Morrison. The literary reader, a companion vol. to the fifth and sixth readers |
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... give . A man's a man for a ' that . For a ' that , and a ' that , Their tinsel show , and a ' that ; The honest man , though e'er sae poor , Is king o ' men for a ' that . 3. You see yon birkie ca'd a lord , Wha struts , and stares ...
... give . A man's a man for a ' that . For a ' that , and a ' that , Their tinsel show , and a ' that ; The honest man , though e'er sae poor , Is king o ' men for a ' that . 3. You see yon birkie ca'd a lord , Wha struts , and stares ...
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... give up their murmuring breath When they , pale captives ! creep to death . 3. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds Upon death's purple altar , now , See where the victor victim bleeds ! All heads must ...
... give up their murmuring breath When they , pale captives ! creep to death . 3. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds Upon death's purple altar , now , See where the victor victim bleeds ! All heads must ...
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... give a doleful groan through Yarrow ! 7. His mother from the window looked , With all the longing of a mother ; His little sister , weeping , walked The greenwood path to meet her brother . 8. They sought him east , they sought him west ...
... give a doleful groan through Yarrow ! 7. His mother from the window looked , With all the longing of a mother ; His little sister , weeping , walked The greenwood path to meet her brother . 8. They sought him east , they sought him west ...
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... gives way : He feels his dreadful loss ; yet short the pain , Soon he resumes his cheerfulness again , Pondering how best his moments to employ He sings his little songs of nameless joy ; Creeps on the warm green turf for many an hour ...
... gives way : He feels his dreadful loss ; yet short the pain , Soon he resumes his cheerfulness again , Pondering how best his moments to employ He sings his little songs of nameless joy ; Creeps on the warm green turf for many an hour ...
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... , Blest is thy dwelling - place- Oh to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud Far in the downy cloud , Love gives it energy , love gave it birth . Where , on thy dewy wing , Where art thou 28 LITERARY READER . Hogg,
... , Blest is thy dwelling - place- Oh to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud Far in the downy cloud , Love gives it energy , love gave it birth . Where , on thy dewy wing , Where art thou 28 LITERARY READER . Hogg,
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
answer appeared arms battle beautiful blood born break called chief comes dark dead death deep died door dreadful Duke earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell fire follow forest gave give grave green half hand head hear heard heart heaven hold honour hope hour human island John king land leave light live look lord lost meet mind morning mountain nature never night noble o'er once pass poet poor postilion rising river rock round scene seemed seen side smiled soon soul sound spirit stand stood stream sweet Tell thee thing thou thought trees true turn voice waters waves whole wild wind woods young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 47 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Seite 96 - Yea, twice the sum : if that will not suffice, I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right do a little wrong ; And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Seite 41 - tis his will : Let but the Commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood...
Seite 40 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Seite 82 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above, And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 16 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Seite 201 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Seite 44 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Seite 29 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — O to abide in the desert with thee!
Seite 83 - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Lite cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.