The Advanced ReaderT. Nelson and Sons, 1866 - 400 psl. |
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... Field of Waterloo , Funeral of the Duke of Wellington , Bingen on the Rhine , ... The Soldier's Grave , Life in Anglo - Saxon England , Life in Anglo - Norman England , Anglo - Saxon and Norman French , The Lady of the Lake ...
... Field of Waterloo , Funeral of the Duke of Wellington , Bingen on the Rhine , ... The Soldier's Grave , Life in Anglo - Saxon England , Life in Anglo - Norman England , Anglo - Saxon and Norman French , The Lady of the Lake ...
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... field are by his colder brother . He becomes a sower , a reaper , a spinner , a weaver , a baker , a brewer , a distiller , a dyer , a carpenter ; and whilst he is these , he bends the pliant stems of his tropical forests into roof ...
... field are by his colder brother . He becomes a sower , a reaper , a spinner , a weaver , a baker , a brewer , a distiller , a dyer , a carpenter ; and whilst he is these , he bends the pliant stems of his tropical forests into roof ...
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... field , Where the Prince a fair pavilion For his pleasure wished to build ; Only this one charm was wanting To complete it to his heart , But no bribe could tempt the widow With her little plot to part . Wearied with his vain entreaties ...
... field , Where the Prince a fair pavilion For his pleasure wished to build ; Only this one charm was wanting To complete it to his heart , But no bribe could tempt the widow With her little plot to part . Wearied with his vain entreaties ...
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... field , and the fleece from the flock , and weaves them into raiment , soft , and warm , and beautiful , —the purple robe of the prince and the gray gown of the peasant being alike its handi- work . Labour moulds the brick , and splits ...
... field , and the fleece from the flock , and weaves them into raiment , soft , and warm , and beautiful , —the purple robe of the prince and the gray gown of the peasant being alike its handi- work . Labour moulds the brick , and splits ...
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... field ; - The Stuart sceptre well she swayed , but the sword she could not wield . She thought of all her blighted hopes -- the dreams of youth's brief day , in every flashing eye : The tumult of the strife begins - it roars-- it dies ...
... field ; - The Stuart sceptre well she swayed , but the sword she could not wield . She thought of all her blighted hopes -- the dreams of youth's brief day , in every flashing eye : The tumult of the strife begins - it roars-- it dies ...
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ancient animals Arab arms army Arth Bashan battle battle of Trafalgar beauty beneath Beth-gamul blood Boabdil Bozrah brave breath brow Bruges Cæsar Cape Non Carthage Carthaginians cavalry clouds Damascus dark dead death deep desert dromedaries earth East enemy Enniskilleners fear feet fell fire fleet gates gaze glory hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour houses Hubert hundred Kerioth king Labour land Lebanon light living look Lord Lord Lucan Lucknow mighty miles morning mountain Nelson never night Nineveh noble o'er once palaces Palmyra passed plain prince Propontis Rephaim rise rock Roman Rome round ruins Saxon scarcely scene seen ship shore side silent sleep smile soldier soul sound stood streets sweet sword Tadmor tears temples thee thousand tomb trees valley voice walls wave wild wind wonder
Populiarios ištraukos
47 psl. - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
328 psl. - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger...
48 psl. - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
317 psl. - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
121 psl. - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
48 psl. - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
240 psl. - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 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.
95 psl. - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
121 psl. - Nature's soft nurse, how have I flighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
399 psl. - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.