The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 Seiten |
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... comes laden with its own little burden , then flies , and is succeeded by an- other no heavier than the last : if óne could be sustained , so can another , and another . III . Fullness and Power . Fullness and power of 18 THE SIXTH READER .
... comes laden with its own little burden , then flies , and is succeeded by an- other no heavier than the last : if óne could be sustained , so can another , and another . III . Fullness and Power . Fullness and power of 18 THE SIXTH READER .
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... comes in triumph over Pompey's blúod ? 2. Must I búdge ? Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch under your testy húmor ? 3 . Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the órnament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ...
... comes in triumph over Pompey's blúod ? 2. Must I búdge ? Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch under your testy húmor ? 3 . Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the órnament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ...
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... Comes with him , pace for pace , That èwe ? and why , so piteously , Looks up the creature's fàce ? VI . Circumflex Inflections . 1. None dared withstand him to his face , But one sly maiden spake aside : " The little witch is èvil ...
... Comes with him , pace for pace , That èwe ? and why , so piteously , Looks up the creature's fàce ? VI . Circumflex Inflections . 1. None dared withstand him to his face , But one sly maiden spake aside : " The little witch is èvil ...
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... come like the surge of the sea , Driven far by the flame , driving fast on us three , As a hurricane comes , crushing pàlms in his ire . II . Moderate . 1. Eloquence consists simply in feeling a truth yourself , and in making those who ...
... come like the surge of the sea , Driven far by the flame , driving fast on us three , As a hurricane comes , crushing pàlms in his ire . II . Moderate . 1. Eloquence consists simply in feeling a truth yourself , and in making those who ...
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... come , they còme , Garlands for every shrine , Strike lyres to greet them home , Bring ròses , pour ye wine ! Swell , swell ... comes , In shape no bigger than an àgate - stone On the forefinger of an àlderman , Drawn by a team of little ...
... come , they còme , Garlands for every shrine , Strike lyres to greet them home , Bring ròses , pour ye wine ! Swell , swell ... comes , In shape no bigger than an àgate - stone On the forefinger of an àlderman , Drawn by a team of little ...
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Seite 57 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Seite 91 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
Seite 114 - I WIND about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Seite 360 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Seite 360 - The armaments which thunder-strike 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.
Seite 343 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Seite 377 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach...
Seite 344 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Seite 255 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Seite 49 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...