The Advanced ReaderT. Nelson and Sons, 1866 - 400 pagina's |
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Pagina 25
... enter the church alone at night , but had loved to linger there when all was quiet , and even to climb the tower - stair , with no more light than that of the moon rays stealing through the loop - holes in the thick old walls . A ...
... enter the church alone at night , but had loved to linger there when all was quiet , and even to climb the tower - stair , with no more light than that of the moon rays stealing through the loop - holes in the thick old walls . A ...
Pagina 27
... entered a world of organic order , are wrought into new states , and made capable of nourishing the animal body . The mingled gases and mineral dust have become vital aliment . The test - miracle which the Tempter of old demanded , as ...
... entered a world of organic order , are wrought into new states , and made capable of nourishing the animal body . The mingled gases and mineral dust have become vital aliment . The test - miracle which the Tempter of old demanded , as ...
Pagina 39
... entered , but with a lowering and dark coun- tenance , seemingly in sorrow , in misery , and remorse . Agitated , confounded , and awe - struck , by the melancholy and dirge - like music , he sat down on a chair , and looked with a ...
... entered , but with a lowering and dark coun- tenance , seemingly in sorrow , in misery , and remorse . Agitated , confounded , and awe - struck , by the melancholy and dirge - like music , he sat down on a chair , and looked with a ...
Pagina 55
... enter upon the wings of light , and demand audience of the soul . And from its mysterious abiding - place the soul comes forth , and in twilight they commune together . No one but HE who made them can gaze upon the unveiled majesty of ...
... enter upon the wings of light , and demand audience of the soul . And from its mysterious abiding - place the soul comes forth , and in twilight they commune together . No one but HE who made them can gaze upon the unveiled majesty of ...
Pagina 68
... enter in , And taste the Master's store ! " One or the other always crying— In the voice of the summer hours , In the thunder of the winter storm , NATURE . Or the song of the fresh spring flowers . 66 " Enter , " they cry , to a kingly ...
... enter in , And taste the Master's store ! " One or the other always crying— In the voice of the summer hours , In the thunder of the winter storm , NATURE . Or the song of the fresh spring flowers . 66 " Enter , " they cry , to a kingly ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 47 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Pagina 328 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Pagina 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Pagina 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Pagina 121 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Pagina 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Pagina 240 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Pagina 95 - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
Pagina 121 - Nature's soft nurse, how have I flighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Pagina 399 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.