Choice Readings from Standard and Popular AuthorsGinn, 1887 - 710 pagina's |
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... woods , and sunny plains , And liquid lapse of murmuring streams ; by these , Creatures that lived and moved , and walk'd or flew ; Birds on the branches warbling ; all things smiled ; With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflow'd ...
... woods , and sunny plains , And liquid lapse of murmuring streams ; by these , Creatures that lived and moved , and walk'd or flew ; Birds on the branches warbling ; all things smiled ; With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflow'd ...
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... woods , and plains ; And ye that live and move , fair creatures ! tell , Tell , if ye saw , how came I thus ? how here ? " ADAM DESCRIBING THE CREATION OF EVE . JOHN MILTON . MINE eyes he closed , but open left the cell Of fancy , my ...
... woods , and plains ; And ye that live and move , fair creatures ! tell , Tell , if ye saw , how came I thus ? how here ? " ADAM DESCRIBING THE CREATION OF EVE . JOHN MILTON . MINE eyes he closed , but open left the cell Of fancy , my ...
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... woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp ...
... woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp ...
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... wood , now smiling as in scorn , Muttering his wayward fancies , he would rove , Now drooping , woeful - wan , like one forlorn , Or crazed with care . or cross'd in hopeless love . One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill , ELEGY ...
... wood , now smiling as in scorn , Muttering his wayward fancies , he would rove , Now drooping , woeful - wan , like one forlorn , Or crazed with care . or cross'd in hopeless love . One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill , ELEGY ...
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... wood was he : The next , with dirges due , in sad array , Slow through the churchway - path we saw him borne . Approach , and read ( for thou canst read ) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon agèd thorn . " There scatter'd oft , the ...
... wood was he : The next , with dirges due , in sad array , Slow through the churchway - path we saw him borne . Approach , and read ( for thou canst read ) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon agèd thorn . " There scatter'd oft , the ...
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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.