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... Labour and Progress . 4. Relating to the Sea and the Sailor . 5. On the Love of Nature . 6. Of the Imagination and Fancy . 7. Religious and Moral . Third Edition , 12mo . Price 4s . 6d . SELECT SPECIMENS of ENGLISH PROSE , FOR THE USE ...
... Labour and Progress . 4. Relating to the Sea and the Sailor . 5. On the Love of Nature . 6. Of the Imagination and Fancy . 7. Religious and Moral . Third Edition , 12mo . Price 4s . 6d . SELECT SPECIMENS of ENGLISH PROSE , FOR THE USE ...
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... Labour . Watts 134 28. My Own Age 8. The Moral Change Anticipated 7. The Sluggard 153 Tupper 151 Tupper 152 Eliza Cook Langley 154 · 155 C. F. Orme . R. M. Milnes 157 159 160 Barry Cornwall Barrett 161 162 Barry Cornwall Longfellow ...
... Labour . Watts 134 28. My Own Age 8. The Moral Change Anticipated 7. The Sluggard 153 Tupper 151 Tupper 152 Eliza Cook Langley 154 · 155 C. F. Orme . R. M. Milnes 157 159 160 Barry Cornwall Barrett 161 162 Barry Cornwall Longfellow ...
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... labour or toil . they imagine , that departed spirits begin their career anew in the world whither they are gone , that their friends may not enter upon it defenceless and unprovided , they bury together with the bodies of the dead ...
... labour or toil . they imagine , that departed spirits begin their career anew in the world whither they are gone , that their friends may not enter upon it defenceless and unprovided , they bury together with the bodies of the dead ...
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... labour that has been expended in beautifying , im- proving , and fertilizing her surface . It is no exaggeration to affirm , that thousands upon thousands of millions have been laid out in making England what she now is . In no other ...
... labour that has been expended in beautifying , im- proving , and fertilizing her surface . It is no exaggeration to affirm , that thousands upon thousands of millions have been laid out in making England what she now is . In no other ...
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... labour burn , and echo to the shouts Of hurried sailor , as he hearty waves His last adieu , and loosening every sheet , Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind . Bold , firm , and graceful , are thy generous youth , By hardship sinew ...
... labour burn , and echo to the shouts Of hurried sailor , as he hearty waves His last adieu , and loosening every sheet , Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind . Bold , firm , and graceful , are thy generous youth , By hardship sinew ...
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Arouse thee BARRY CORNWALL battle BATTLE OF KILLIECRANKIE beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON birds bless blow brave breast breath bright cheer Cleon clouds dark dead death deep delight Derivations doth dread dream earth ELIZA COOK ellipsis England English Poetry Etymology father fear feel flowers geography give glorious glory glow grave green Greenwich Hospital hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human HUMPHREY GILBERT John Herschel king labour land light live look Lord mighty mind morning mountains nature never night noble o'er ocean Patrick Spence peace pleasure Pompey prayer rocks round RUNNEMEDE sail Samian wine shine ship shore sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star storm sweet Syntax tear tempest thine things thought toil Twas voice waves wild wind wings words youth
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49 psl. - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
194 psl. - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow, While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow ! The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave : For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave. Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow, While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
39 psl. - And his droop'd head sinks gradually low And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
281 psl. - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
274 psl. - Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down : He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
337 psl. - For a thousand years in thy sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, And as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood ; they are as a sleep : In the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up ; In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
352 psl. - And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow : and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish ? 39 And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
75 psl. - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
124 psl. - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
117 psl. - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.