Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Volume 71866 |
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Pagina 11
... hear what's said on either side . IN the days of knight - errantry and Paganism , one of our old British princes set up a statue to the Goddess of Victory , in a point where four roads met together . In her right hand she held a spear ...
... hear what's said on either side . IN the days of knight - errantry and Paganism , one of our old British princes set up a statue to the Goddess of Victory , in a point where four roads met together . In her right hand she held a spear ...
Pagina 24
... hears me not ! He knows me not ! Earl . Why , what is this , dear Mabel ? Mabel . ( with a forced smile ) Nothing , sir . I am not used , you know , to witness strife . It somewhat chafes my spirit . Earl . Hither , love . ( MABEL reels ...
... hears me not ! He knows me not ! Earl . Why , what is this , dear Mabel ? Mabel . ( with a forced smile ) Nothing , sir . I am not used , you know , to witness strife . It somewhat chafes my spirit . Earl . Hither , love . ( MABEL reels ...
Pagina 29
... hear it the thousand and first time , for it is most intensely true , whether you will believe it at present or not - namely , that above all things the interest of your own life depends upon being diligent now , while it is called to ...
... hear it the thousand and first time , for it is most intensely true , whether you will believe it at present or not - namely , that above all things the interest of your own life depends upon being diligent now , while it is called to ...
Pagina 31
... hear of , and students flocked towards them from all parts of the world . There was no getting the thing recorded in books as you may now . You had to hear him speaking to you vocally , or else you could not learn at all what it was ...
... hear of , and students flocked towards them from all parts of the world . There was no getting the thing recorded in books as you may now . You had to hear him speaking to you vocally , or else you could not learn at all what it was ...
Pagina 35
... hear people complaining , are getting instructed in the " ologies , " and so on , and are apparently totally ignorant of brewing , boiling , and baking ; above all things , not taught what is necessary to be known , from the highest to ...
... hear people complaining , are getting instructed in the " ologies , " and so on , and are apparently totally ignorant of brewing , boiling , and baking ; above all things , not taught what is necessary to be known , from the highest to ...
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Abdallah apple-tree beauty Betty Bluebottle breath bright bull candlestick Caudle child clouds Cockpen cold cried dark daughter dear death Dervise Doctor dream earth Eliza Cook Ellerton eyes fair fairies fame father fear fire burns long fortune Glen Goody Cole green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hickleton holy honour horse hour JAMES MERRICK JOHN CRITCHLEY Lady Laird Lapstone laugh leave light live look Lord LUDWIG UHLAND Lydia Mabel Mord morning Moses ne'er never night Nobbs Norv Norval o'er Phocion Poems poet poor pray ROBERT BUCHANAN round sleep smile song soul speak Spinner's end sweet tact Talent talks tears teetotum tell thing THOMAS DOUBLEDAY thou thought Tis green umbrella unclean animal voice vurst Web Spinner wife wonder wont youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 245 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Pagina 211 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear, That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won.
Pagina 127 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through), You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Pagina 208 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded — and the silence came — " Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest...
Pagina 169 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept,...
Pagina 246 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And 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...
Pagina 245 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 210 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Pagina 210 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Pagina 167 - OFT has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark, With eyes that hardly served at most To guard their master 'gainst a post ; Yet round the world the blade has been, To see whatever could be seen. Returning from his...