Select readings from the poets and prose writers of every country, ed. by J. FlemingJames Fleming Simpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1863 - 352 psl. |
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... kind and generous interest in this movement , and to many others whom it would be tedious to name . I shall conclude this necessary Preface by the words of Montaigne : - " You will find here a nosegay of culled flowers , to which I have ...
... kind and generous interest in this movement , and to many others whom it would be tedious to name . I shall conclude this necessary Preface by the words of Montaigne : - " You will find here a nosegay of culled flowers , to which I have ...
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... The good we might do here . Speak gently ! love doth whisper low The vows that true hearts bind , And gently friendship's accents flow- Affection's voice is kind . Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be 66 5 SPEAK GENTLY . "
... The good we might do here . Speak gently ! love doth whisper low The vows that true hearts bind , And gently friendship's accents flow- Affection's voice is kind . Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be 66 5 SPEAK GENTLY . "
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... kind , She spake some certain truths of you . Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre ...
... kind , She spake some certain truths of you . Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre ...
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... Kind hearts are more than coronets , And simple faith than Norman blood . I know you , Clara Vere de Vere : You pine among your halls and towers : The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours . In glowing health ...
... Kind hearts are more than coronets , And simple faith than Norman blood . I know you , Clara Vere de Vere : You pine among your halls and towers : The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours . In glowing health ...
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... kind of sickness of the heart it is which arises from hope deferred . Upon looking nearer , I saw him pale and feverish in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood - he had seen no sun , no moon , in all that time ...
... kind of sickness of the heart it is which arises from hope deferred . Upon looking nearer , I saw him pale and feverish in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood - he had seen no sun , no moon , in all that time ...
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2ND CITIZEN ANTONY Balaam beauty bells beneath bird blessed blow Bolus breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar call me early CHARLES MACKAY child Cleon cloud cornet cottage cried cuckoo flowers dark dear death deep dying earth ELIZA COOK Emma eyes fair father fear fire flowers gentle glory grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour John Brown John Lilburne king Labour Lady Lars Porsena light live look MAUD MULLER morning mother never Nevermore night o'er one-horse chay poor praise pray pride Queen Quoth the Raven reply rest rise round shade shine sing Skiddaw sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stood sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought toil Twas vicar of Bray voice waves weary weep wife wild woman of mind word
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50 psl. - Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town? ' Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
326 psl. - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
22 psl. - From his nest by the white wave's foam ; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home. There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band : Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure...
34 psl. - 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...
199 psl. - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
41 psl. - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
46 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.
149 psl. - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar; — I found it in his closet,— 'tis his will. Let but the commons hear this testament, — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read, — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, the Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
315 psl. - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
15 psl. - I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. " And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together ; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. " His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover ? " Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I'll go, my chief — I'm ready.