Choice Readings from Standard and Popular AuthorsGinn, 1887 - 710 pagina's |
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... dear ones who await me ! " And the star was shining ; and it shines upon his grave . DESTRUCTION OF POMPEII . LORD EDWARD BULWER - LYTTON . THE cloud , which had scattered so deep a murkiness over the day , had now settled into a solid ...
... dear ones who await me ! " And the star was shining ; and it shines upon his grave . DESTRUCTION OF POMPEII . LORD EDWARD BULWER - LYTTON . THE cloud , which had scattered so deep a murkiness over the day , had now settled into a solid ...
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... dear . And where they are I think I nearly know ; I heard the bell not very long ago . I've hunted for them all the afternoon ; - I'll try once more , I think I'll find them soon . Dear , if a burden I have been to you , And haven't ...
... dear . And where they are I think I nearly know ; I heard the bell not very long ago . I've hunted for them all the afternoon ; - I'll try once more , I think I'll find them soon . Dear , if a burden I have been to you , And haven't ...
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... Dear me ! what shall I do ? The water has soak'd them through and through . " And there on the river , far and wide , Away they went down the swollen tide ; And the saint , astonish'd , pass'd through alone , Without his manuscripts ...
... Dear me ! what shall I do ? The water has soak'd them through and through . " And there on the river , far and wide , Away they went down the swollen tide ; And the saint , astonish'd , pass'd through alone , Without his manuscripts ...
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... dear , My charmer , turn to see Thy own , thy long - lost Edwin here , Restored to love and thee . Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And every care resign . ' 99 “ And shall we never , never part , My life , - my all that's mine ...
... dear , My charmer , turn to see Thy own , thy long - lost Edwin here , Restored to love and thee . Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And every care resign . ' 99 “ And shall we never , never part , My life , - my all that's mine ...
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... dear . " And they fell on the hasty supper with zeal , Close - watch'd the while by Jennie M'Neal . For the gray - hair'd colonel they hover'd near Had been her true friend , kind and dear ; And oft , in her younger days , had he Right ...
... dear . " And they fell on the hasty supper with zeal , Close - watch'd the while by Jennie M'Neal . For the gray - hair'd colonel they hover'd near Had been her true friend , kind and dear ; And oft , in her younger days , had he Right ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY arms bear beautiful bells bless blood brave breast breath Bregenz brow child Claudius clouds Commodus cried dark dead dear death Decemvir deep dream Earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fellah flowers gazed girl Goody Cole grave Hampton River hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven honour hope Kate Shelly King kiss Lady laugh Lictors light lips live look look'd Lord Mac-Morlan morning mother never night o'er once PARTHENIA pass'd poor prayer R. H. DANA ring river round S. T. COLERIDGE Sandalphon seem'd shore shout silence smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stand star stood sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tree turn'd Twas Virg Virginia voice waves wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wood words young
Populaire passages
Pagina 199 - O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor-lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But, O, for the touch of a vauish'd hand, And the sound of a voice
Pagina 18 - waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter
Pagina 133 - great men reach'd and kept Were not attain'd by sudden flight; But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern — unseen before — A path to higher destinies. Nor deem th' irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly
Pagina 130 - The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce ; Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings,—yet the dead are
Pagina 209 - wanton'd with thy breakers, — they to me Were a delight; and, if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear ; For I was, as it were, a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, — as I do here.
Pagina 307 - ALFRED TENNYSON. HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. Forward the Light Brigade I Charge for the guns, he said. Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. Forward the Light Brigade ! Was there a man
Pagina 328 - nymph, sweet Liberty: And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise.
Pagina 331 - and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stay'd not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone; He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, — the gallant came late
Pagina 131 - of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. THE
Pagina 473 - TENNYSON. THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.