(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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... soul of song . 7. Toll for the hearts that bleed ' Neath misery's furrowing trace ! Toll for the hapless orphan left , The last of all his race ! Yea , with thy heaviest knell , From surge to rocky shore , Toll for the living , -not the ...
... soul of song . 7. Toll for the hearts that bleed ' Neath misery's furrowing trace ! Toll for the hapless orphan left , The last of all his race ! Yea , with thy heaviest knell , From surge to rocky shore , Toll for the living , -not the ...
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... Soul of their sports , is duly cherished here : And hark ! that laugh is his , that jovial cry ; He hears the ball and trundling hoop brush by , And runs the giddy course with all his might , A very child in everything but sight ; With ...
... Soul of their sports , is duly cherished here : And hark ! that laugh is his , that jovial cry ; He hears the ball and trundling hoop brush by , And runs the giddy course with all his might , A very child in everything but sight ; With ...
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... soul . hold . BETH GELERT . [ THE HON . W. R. SPENCER , one of the brightest ornaments of the gay circles of the metropolis , was younger son of Lord Charles Spencer . He was author of some ballads and miscellaneous pieces , and ...
... soul . hold . BETH GELERT . [ THE HON . W. R. SPENCER , one of the brightest ornaments of the gay circles of the metropolis , was younger son of Lord Charles Spencer . He was author of some ballads and miscellaneous pieces , and ...
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... souls , what , weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? look you here , Here is himself , marr'd , as you see , with traitors . * * * * * Good Friends , sweet friends , let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of ...
... souls , what , weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? look you here , Here is himself , marr'd , as you see , with traitors . * * * * * Good Friends , sweet friends , let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of ...
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... soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer , " Sir , " said I , " or madam , truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping , and so gently you came rapping , And so faintly you came tapping , tapping at my chamber ...
... soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer , " Sir , " said I , " or madam , truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping , and so gently you came rapping , And so faintly you came tapping , tapping at my chamber ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms Barbara Frietchie BARONESS NAIRN battle Battle of Morgarten beautiful beneath bird blood born brave breath Brutus Cæsar chamber door cried Dacotahs dark dead death deep died dreadful Duke earth eyes fall father fear fell fire forest Gêlert glory grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Highlanders honour Hurra John king lady land Laughing Water leal light live Lochiel look lord Maria Marston Moor methought morning mountain never Nevermore night noble o'er poem poet pray Quoth the raven raven river rock Roderich Vich Alpine round Roundhead shout Shylock smiled sorrow soul spirit stood stream Sudorifics Sweet William sword tears Tell thee thou trees Tubal Cain Twas unto voice waves weep wild wind WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED word Yarrow 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.