The Heath Readers: 6th ReaderD.C. Heath & Company, 1904 - 352 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
adventure ALFRED TENNYSON ancient Annabel Lee anon Antony arms Bagdemagus battle beauty Brutus Cæsar called Citizen cloud Cranford cried dead death deep earth enemy English Excalibur eyes fair fear give gold Guenever hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven holy honor King Arthur knights ladies land Lars Porsena live look lord loud Lowell manners Mariner mast Merlin mind moon morn never noble o'er pleasure poet poor Queen rode Rome round sail Sangreal seen Shakespeare shield ship side Siege Perilous Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Galahad Sir Kay Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Mordred Sir Patrick Spens soon soul spake stone stood sweet sword thee things thou thought told took town Ulysses unto Uther Pendragon vessel voice whole WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind wonderful words wound youth
Pasajes populares
Página 264 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Página 299 - Death? perhaps in this neglected spot is laid some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Página 213 - Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies?
Página 236 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 200 - Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest: Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide. Towers, and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 302 - E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Página 265 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Página 198 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides, And laughter holding both his sides.
Página 325 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken— The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Página 299 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?