Murby's Excelsior readers, ed. by F. YoungFrancis Young (F.R.G.S.) 1870 |
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... Master of the Presbyterian Schools , Woolwich . " One of the very best etymological books published . It is characterized by simplicity of arrangement , accuracy of scholarship , and appropriateness in the exercises . It is at once very ...
... Master of the Presbyterian Schools , Woolwich . " One of the very best etymological books published . It is characterized by simplicity of arrangement , accuracy of scholarship , and appropriateness in the exercises . It is at once very ...
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... master first of all . It will be strange if , after having done so , he has not contracted a decided inclination towards the genius of some particular writer or writers , whose works he is thereby led to study in detail . When this ...
... master first of all . It will be strange if , after having done so , he has not contracted a decided inclination towards the genius of some particular writer or writers , whose works he is thereby led to study in detail . When this ...
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... master the writings of some one author , or trace the gradual development of some style or department of writing , or take some literary problem , such as the meaning of Shakspeare's sonnets , or the authorship of the letters of Junius ...
... master the writings of some one author , or trace the gradual development of some style or department of writing , or take some literary problem , such as the meaning of Shakspeare's sonnets , or the authorship of the letters of Junius ...
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... master sent for Thomas and Robert , and told them that he was very sorry that he could no longer find employ- ment for them . Both returned home . Thomas was a little sad to think that he should not go to the old place , where he had ...
... master sent for Thomas and Robert , and told them that he was very sorry that he could no longer find employ- ment for them . Both returned home . Thomas was a little sad to think that he should not go to the old place , where he had ...
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... master , askance ! And the thick , heavy spume - flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on . By Hasselt , Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris , " Stay spur ! Your Ross galloped bravely , the fault's not in her ...
... master , askance ! And the thick , heavy spume - flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on . By Hasselt , Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris , " Stay spur ! Your Ross galloped bravely , the fault's not in her ...
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Andrew Ford animal army Australia battle beautiful birds Britain British called Caroline of Brunswick Charles coast colour dark DAVID MACBETH MOIR death different meanings Distinguish earth England English EXCELSIOR READER falcon father favour fish fleet France French galloped George George III Give the meaning gold hand head heart heaven honour Hornblende Illustrate the different India inhabitants island John John Carson king labour land lesson light literature London Poems look Lord Lower Canada Marlborough master MEANINGS OF WORDS miles mountains never night o'er paragraph parliament PARSING passed persons poem possessed Prince reign rocks round Sandy Scotland ship snow soldiers song soon South Island stalactites surface tell thee THOMAS CROFTON CROKER thou thought took trees vaquero verse victory walk wife wind Write young zebra
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Página 25 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Página 36 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; 'Speed...
Página 37 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle, bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Página 36 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Página 226 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture of divine.
Página 97 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Página 37 - 4. At Aerschot up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, To stare through the mist at us galloping past ; And I saw my stout galloper, Roland, at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray : 5.
Página 37 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, " Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Página 146 - Ho-ti himself, which was the more remarkable, instead of chastising his son, seemed to grow more indulgent to him than ever. At length they were watched, the terrible mystery discovered, and father and son summoned to take their trial at Pekin, then an inconsiderable assize town.
Página 227 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground I Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.