Poetry and prose: with lessons on the art of reading; a suppl. to Daily lesson book, no.31870 |
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beauty BERNARD BARTON birds BORN breath cheerful clouds cried Cromwell Damon DAMON AND PYTHIAS dark death deep delight DIED Dion dost earth ELIZA COOK eyes falling father fear FELICIA HEMAN fire glory hand happy hast thou hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hills honour horse humour HYMN Indians inflection JAMES THOMSON king labour land light living look Lord LORD BYRON mind morning mother mountains nature never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pause peace pleasure Poor Richard says POOR RICHARD'S MAXIMS praise prayer Pythias replied rise Robber ROBERT SOUTHEY rope round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shine silent sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star stranger sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THOMAS GRAY thou hast thought tree twas vale virtue voice wave weary whistle wild WILLIAM COWPER wings words young
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Trang 49 - That changed through all, and yet in all the same. Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Trang 129 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow!
Trang 120 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Trang 58 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Trang 87 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd 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. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in...
Trang 173 - ... for expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one: but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Trang 173 - Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them: for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them and above them, won by observation.
Trang 76 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt, at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
Trang 101 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
Trang 14 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such '. — It was. Where thou art gone, Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.