The Fifth ReaderAmerican Book Company, 1879 - 471 Seiten |
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... individual being , shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements- To be a brother to the insensible rock , And to the sluggish clod which the rude swain Turus with his share and treads upon . The oak. FIFTH READER . 17.
... individual being , shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements- To be a brother to the insensible rock , And to the sluggish clod which the rude swain Turus with his share and treads upon . The oak. FIFTH READER . 17.
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... Rock - ribbed and ancient as the sun - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between- The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty , and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured round all Old ocean's gray ...
... Rock - ribbed and ancient as the sun - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between- The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty , and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and poured round all Old ocean's gray ...
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... rocks , around their king . Shoot up ward , Norman archers , that your arrows may fall dowr upon their faces . " 18. The sun rose high , and sank , and the battle still raged . Through all the wild October day , the clash and din ...
... rocks , around their king . Shoot up ward , Norman archers , that your arrows may fall dowr upon their faces . " 18. The sun rose high , and sank , and the battle still raged . Through all the wild October day , the clash and din ...
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... rock - beating surf . 5. And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent , the banners alone , The lances unlifted , the trumpet unblown . 6. And the widows ...
... rock - beating surf . 5. And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent , the banners alone , The lances unlifted , the trumpet unblown . 6. And the widows ...
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... rock pines , like tossing plumes , Over his bier to wave ; And God's own hand , in that lonely land , To lay him in the grave . ” - ( From " The Burial of Moses , " by Mrs. Alexander . ) Analysis . Keep in mind that the poet is ...
... rock pines , like tossing plumes , Over his bier to wave ; And God's own hand , in that lonely land , To lay him in the grave . ” - ( From " The Burial of Moses , " by Mrs. Alexander . ) Analysis . Keep in mind that the poet is ...
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Seite 180 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Seite 183 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart ; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Seite 419 - And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free. To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Seite 412 - Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Seite 249 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Seite 430 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 232 - LOCHINVAR. LADY HERON'S SONG. 12. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Seite 428 - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore. Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Seite 68 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
Seite 86 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.