A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with Biographical and Critical Notices of the Authors : for the Use of Advanced Classes in Public and Private SchoolsSwan, Brewer and Tileston, 1861 - 552 psl. |
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... deep gorges of Mount Pilatus were covered with impenetrable forests . Lofty precipices encircled them on all sides . Even the daring hunt- ers were scarcely able to reach them ; and the inhabitants of the valley had never conceived the ...
... deep gorges of Mount Pilatus were covered with impenetrable forests . Lofty precipices encircled them on all sides . Even the daring hunt- ers were scarcely able to reach them ; and the inhabitants of the valley had never conceived the ...
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... deep . Its bottom is formed of three trees , the middle one of which has a groove cut out in the direction of its length , for receiving small rills of water , which are conducted into it from various places , for the purpose of ...
... deep . Its bottom is formed of three trees , the middle one of which has a groove cut out in the direction of its length , for receiving small rills of water , which are conducted into it from various places , for the purpose of ...
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... deep bell in the distant tower , Or the faint dying day hymn stole aloft ; And not a breath crept through the rosy air , And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer . Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of ...
... deep bell in the distant tower , Or the faint dying day hymn stole aloft ; And not a breath crept through the rosy air , And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer . Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of ...
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... deep - voiced neighboring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest . AN ENGLISH PARK SCENE . - Byron . It stood imbosomed in a happy valley Crowned by high woodlands , where the Druid oak Stood like ...
... deep - voiced neighboring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest . AN ENGLISH PARK SCENE . - Byron . It stood imbosomed in a happy valley Crowned by high woodlands , where the Druid oak Stood like ...
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... deep , and freshly fed By a river , which its softened way did take In currents through the calmer water spread Around ; the wild fowl nestled in the brake And sedges , brooding in their liquid bed ; The woods sloped downwards to its ...
... deep , and freshly fed By a river , which its softened way did take In currents through the calmer water spread Around ; the wild fowl nestled in the brake And sedges , brooding in their liquid bed ; The woods sloped downwards to its ...
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225 psl. - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
37 psl. - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
30 psl. - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed !" echoed the wall to us galloping through ; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place ; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the...
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224 psl. - The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
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310 psl. - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
32 psl. - for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
103 psl. - That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure ; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ! Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well : The; old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
383 psl. - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...