The English master; or, Student's guide to reasoning and composition

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Página 410 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Página 358 - What could have been done more to my vineyard, that I have not done in it ? wherefore, when I looked that it should bring forth grapes, brought it forth wild grapes...
Página 204 - How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on.
Página 358 - My wellbeloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill: And he fenced it, and gathered out the stones thereof, and planted it with the choicest vine, and built a tower in the midst of it, and also made a 1 Judges ix.
Página 414 - The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry ; Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy. Gay hope is theirs, by fancy fed, Less pleasing, when possest, ; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast...
Página 353 - Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn ! Oh, spring to light, auspicious Babe ! be born. See nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring...
Página 343 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Página 279 - He was in logic a great critic, Profoundly skilled in analytic ; He could distinguish, and divide -,' A hair 'twixt south and south-west side ; On either which he would dispute, Confute, change hands, and still confute.
Página 397 - Oh ! Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell ! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft control...
Página 346 - Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm. — Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane.

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