The Boy's Second Help to Reading: A Selection of Choice Passages from English Authors, Adapted for More Advanced PupilsGeo. Routledge & Company, 1854 - 312 psl. |
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... moon above the tops Of the snow - shining mountains . Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature , for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness , I learned the ...
... moon above the tops Of the snow - shining mountains . Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature , for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness , I learned the ...
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... moon , upon All this , and cast a wide and tender light , Which softened down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation , and filled up , As ' twere anew , the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so , And making ...
... moon , upon All this , and cast a wide and tender light , Which softened down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation , and filled up , As ' twere anew , the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so , And making ...
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... moon , Riding near her highest noon , Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft , as if her head she bow'd , Stooping through a fleecy cloud . Oft on a plat of rising ground I hear the far - off ...
... moon , Riding near her highest noon , Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft , as if her head she bow'd , Stooping through a fleecy cloud . Oft on a plat of rising ground I hear the far - off ...
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... moon rains out her beams , and heaven is overflowed . What thou art , we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see , As from thy presence showers a rain of melody . Like a poet hidden ...
... moon rains out her beams , and heaven is overflowed . What thou art , we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see , As from thy presence showers a rain of melody . Like a poet hidden ...
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... moon , her duteous fair attendant ; From solitary Mars ; from the vast orb Of Jupiter , whose huge gigantic bulk ... moons , Girt with a lucid zone , in gloomy pomp , Sits like an exiled monarch ; fearless thence I launch into the ...
... moon , her duteous fair attendant ; From solitary Mars ; from the vast orb Of Jupiter , whose huge gigantic bulk ... moons , Girt with a lucid zone , in gloomy pomp , Sits like an exiled monarch ; fearless thence I launch into the ...
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ancient animals appeared Asem Augustus Cæsar Battle of Crecy beautiful behold boat body born breath Brutus Cæsar church clouds cried dark dead death delight dreadful earth enemy eternal eyes father fear feeling fell fire genius glory GODFREY DE BOUILLON Grongar Hill ground hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Homer honour hope horse human Iliad JULIUS CÆSAR king labour light live look Lord manner mind moon morning Mount Vesuvius mountains nature never night noble o'er observed once pain passed pity pleasure poet poor present racter Rome ruins Sandy Smith scarcely seemed seen shade ship sleep Sloth smile soon soul spider spirit stood sweet Terpander Thebes thee things thou thought Trojan war twas whole wild WILLIAM OF MALMESBURY wind wisdom wonder youth
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24 psl. - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
276 psl. - Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ! and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
200 psl. - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly...
84 psl. - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
291 psl. - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
200 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
201 psl. - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
192 psl. - This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
177 psl. - Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
275 psl. - I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.