Repetition and reading book, selections by C. BiltonCharles Bilton 1866 |
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... rock in the front was ascending , When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died . Dark - green was that spot ' mid the brown mountain - heather , Where the pilgrim of nature lay stretched in decay ; Like the corpse of an ...
... rock in the front was ascending , When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died . Dark - green was that spot ' mid the brown mountain - heather , Where the pilgrim of nature lay stretched in decay ; Like the corpse of an ...
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... rocks , that bide The wrath of the advancing tide , The Bruce stood fast . - Each breast beat high , And dazzled was each gazing eye- The heart had hardly time to think , The eyelid scarce had time to wink , While on the king , like ...
... rocks , that bide The wrath of the advancing tide , The Bruce stood fast . - Each breast beat high , And dazzled was each gazing eye- The heart had hardly time to think , The eyelid scarce had time to wink , While on the king , like ...
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... rock - bound coast ! ' And he steered for the open sea . ' O father ! I hear the sound of guns , O say , what may it be ... rocks and the hard sea - sand . The breakers were right beneath her bows , She drifted a dreary wreck , And a ...
... rock - bound coast ! ' And he steered for the open sea . ' O father ! I hear the sound of guns , O say , what may it be ... rocks and the hard sea - sand . The breakers were right beneath her bows , She drifted a dreary wreck , And a ...
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... rocks , they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull . Her rattling shrouds , all sheathed in ice , With the masts went by the board : Like a vessel of glass , she stove and sank , Ho ! ho ! the breakers roared ! At day - break ...
... rocks , they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull . Her rattling shrouds , all sheathed in ice , With the masts went by the board : Like a vessel of glass , she stove and sank , Ho ! ho ! the breakers roared ! At day - break ...
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... rocks and sands , The night - o'ertaken mariner to save . And the great ships sail outward and return , Bending and bowing o'er the billowy swells ; And ever joyful , as they see it burn , They wave their silent welcomes and farewells ...
... rocks and sands , The night - o'ertaken mariner to save . And the great ships sail outward and return , Bending and bowing o'er the billowy swells ; And ever joyful , as they see it burn , They wave their silent welcomes and farewells ...
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arms Arth beauty bells beneath blood bosom breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius CATARACT OF LODORE child children of Prometheus clouds dark dead death deep delight Dora earth England Epimetheus eyes face father fear feel fire flowers glory GODFREY OF BOUILLON grace green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hills honour Julius Cæsar king Kingsley land leap lichen light look Lord Macb mind moon morning mountain nature never night noble o'er Pecksniff plain rise roaring rocks rose round rushing scene seemed seen Shakspeare ship shore smile soft sorrow soul sound spirit stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Tim Herlihy trees voice Walter Savage Landor Washington Irving water-babies waves wild wind wonder words Yoho youth
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Seite 83 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Seite 107 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Seite 99 - 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. The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious; if it were so, it was a grievous fault; and grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, for Brutus is an honourable man; so are they all, all honourable men, . . . come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Seite 45 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Seite 68 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Seite 89 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Seite 33 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault. The village all declared how much he knew: 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher, too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran — that he could gauge.
Seite 81 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer' d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Seite 120 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Seite 118 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.