The class and standard series of reading books. 5 pt. [in 7].1868 |
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... cheer ? ' But at his haughty challenge A sullen murmur ran , Mingled of wrath , and shame , and dread , Along that glittering van . But all Etruria's noblest Felt their hearts sink to see On the earth the bloody corpses , In the path ...
... cheer ? ' But at his haughty challenge A sullen murmur ran , Mingled of wrath , and shame , and dread , Along that glittering van . But all Etruria's noblest Felt their hearts sink to see On the earth the bloody corpses , In the path ...
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... cheer . But fiercely ran the current , Swollen high by months of rain : And fast his blood was flowing ; And he was sore in pain , And heavy with his armour , And spent with changing blows : And oft they thought him sinking , But still ...
... cheer . But fiercely ran the current , Swollen high by months of rain : And fast his blood was flowing ; And he was sore in pain , And heavy with his armour , And spent with changing blows : And oft they thought him sinking , But still ...
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... cheer them on the vanished game ; But , stumbling in the rugged dell , The gallant horse exhausted fell . The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein , For the good steed , his labours o'er , Stretched his ...
... cheer them on the vanished game ; But , stumbling in the rugged dell , The gallant horse exhausted fell . The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein , For the good steed , his labours o'er , Stretched his ...
39 psl.
... cheer , the mower blythe Left in the half - cut swathe his scythe ; The herds without a keeper strayed , The plough was in mid - furrow stayed , The falconer tossed his hawk away , The hunter left the stag at bay ; Prompt at the signal ...
... cheer , the mower blythe Left in the half - cut swathe his scythe ; The herds without a keeper strayed , The plough was in mid - furrow stayed , The falconer tossed his hawk away , The hunter left the stag at bay ; Prompt at the signal ...
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... cheer Then , trusting not a second look , In haste he sped him up the brook , Nor backward glanced till on the heath Where Lubnaig's lake supplies the Teith . The signal roused to martial coil The sullen margin of Loch - Voil , Waked ...
... cheer Then , trusting not a second look , In haste he sped him up the brook , Nor backward glanced till on the heath Where Lubnaig's lake supplies the Teith . The signal roused to martial coil The sullen margin of Loch - Voil , Waked ...
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Antonio arms Bassanio beautiful beneath birds black crows blade blood bold Boling breast breath bright brow cheer Chevy Chase Clan-Alpine's clouds dark death deep deer doth dread ducats duke of Norfolk Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth fair Farewell fear Fitz-James flesh flowers gallant Gaunt gave gentle glen Gratiano green ground hand haste hath hear heard heart heaven Highlands hill Inchcape rock king lance lark Lars Porsena leaves light look Lord loud Lycidas Mary Howitt morning mountain Mowbray Nerissa nest night Nils Juel numbers o'er Percy poet Portia primrose Rich ring rock Roderick Dhu rose Saxon shalt shout shower Shylock sing skylark smile soar song soul sound spear spring steed stood stream summer sweet sword thee Thomas Mowbray thou art Tirral-la Twas Venice waves wild wind wing winter woods
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73 psl. - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
111 psl. - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. Shylock. My deeds upon my head ! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
102 psl. - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
103 psl. - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
100 psl. - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
95 psl. - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize. More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
158 psl. - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels. Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
103 psl. - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.