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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... dying notes , and start , and smile ! Let winter come ! let polar spirits sweep The darkening world , and tempest - troubled deep ; Though boundless snows the withered heath deform , And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm ...
... dying notes , and start , and smile ! Let winter come ! let polar spirits sweep The darkening world , and tempest - troubled deep ; Though boundless snows the withered heath deform , And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm ...
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... died during , or immediately subse- quent to , the year 1143 . King Godfrey takes the lead in my commendation : he was the son of Eustace , Count of Boulogne , of whom I have spoken in the time of king Edward , but was still more ...
... died during , or immediately subse- quent to , the year 1143 . King Godfrey takes the lead in my commendation : he was the son of Eustace , Count of Boulogne , of whom I have spoken in the time of king Edward , but was still more ...
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... died placidly , and was buried on Mount Golgotha ; a king as invincible in death as he had formerly been in battle ; often kindly repressing the tears of the sorrowing bystanders . Being asked who was 48 THE BOY'S SECOND HELP TO READING .
... died placidly , and was buried on Mount Golgotha ; a king as invincible in death as he had formerly been in battle ; often kindly repressing the tears of the sorrowing bystanders . Being asked who was 48 THE BOY'S SECOND HELP TO READING .
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... died on the fifteenth before the kalends of August . Death and Sleep . EDWIN ARNOLD . THIS promising young poet , whose Newdegate prize - poem , entitled " Belshazzar's Feast , " has been amongst the most successful in latter years ...
... died on the fifteenth before the kalends of August . Death and Sleep . EDWIN ARNOLD . THIS promising young poet , whose Newdegate prize - poem , entitled " Belshazzar's Feast , " has been amongst the most successful in latter years ...
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... died at Missolonghi , in Western Greece , April 19th , 1824 , universally mourned by the Greeks , whose restoration to liberty had been the darling scheme of his whole life , and the constant subject of his writings . AL 1. The stars ...
... died at Missolonghi , in Western Greece , April 19th , 1824 , universally mourned by the Greeks , whose restoration to liberty had been the darling scheme of his whole life , and the constant subject of his writings . AL 1. The stars ...
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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...
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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.