(The British readers). The first (-sixth) reader, ed. by T. Morrison. The literary reader, a companion vol. to the fifth and sixth readers |
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... river , With many a light From many a casement , From garret to basement , She stood , with amazement , Houseless by night . 11. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver , But not the dark arch Or the black flowing river ...
... river , With many a light From many a casement , From garret to basement , She stood , with amazement , Houseless by night . 11. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver , But not the dark arch Or the black flowing river ...
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... river ran ; Over the brink of it , Picture it - think of it , Dissolute man ! Lave in it - drink of it Then , if you can . 13. Take her up tenderly , Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly , Young , and so fair . 14. Ere her limbs ...
... river ran ; Over the brink of it , Picture it - think of it , Dissolute man ! Lave in it - drink of it Then , if you can . 13. Take her up tenderly , Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly , Young , and so fair . 14. Ere her limbs ...
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... River Styx . Warwick . - Known as the " King - maker . " Tewksbury . - In Gloucestershire , on the Upper Avon , ten miles from Gloucester , where , on 4th May , 1471 , the Lancastrians were utterly defeated by Edward IV . Edward's sake ...
... River Styx . Warwick . - Known as the " King - maker . " Tewksbury . - In Gloucestershire , on the Upper Avon , ten miles from Gloucester , where , on 4th May , 1471 , the Lancastrians were utterly defeated by Edward IV . Edward's sake ...
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... river , Like the bubble on the fountain , Thou art gone , and for ever ! difficulty SCOTT . Coronach . The coronach of the Highlanders was a wild expression of lamentation , poured forth by the mourners over the body of a departed ...
... river , Like the bubble on the fountain , Thou art gone , and for ever ! difficulty SCOTT . Coronach . The coronach of the Highlanders was a wild expression of lamentation , poured forth by the mourners over the body of a departed ...
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... rivers , which flow gushingly , With many windings , through the vale : -Look back ! Lo ! where it comes like an eternity , As if to sweep down all things in its track , Charming the eye with dread , a matchless cataract , 4. Horribly ...
... rivers , which flow gushingly , With many windings , through the vale : -Look back ! Lo ! where it comes like an eternity , As if to sweep down all things in its track , Charming the eye with dread , a matchless cataract , 4. Horribly ...
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Página 47 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Página 96 - Yea, twice the sum : if that will not suffice, I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right do a little wrong ; And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Página 41 - tis his will : Let but the Commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood...
Página 40 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 82 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above, And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 16 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Página 201 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Página 44 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Página 29 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — O to abide in the desert with thee!
Página 83 - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Lite cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.