Advanced Reading Book: Literary and ScientificThomas Constable and Company, 1860 - 428 páginas |
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Página 263
... aggravation . The immoderate breadth of the features made me very much out of humour with my own countenance ; upon which I threw it from me like a mask . It happened , very luckily , that one who stood by me had just before thrown down ...
... aggravation . The immoderate breadth of the features made me very much out of humour with my own countenance ; upon which I threw it from me like a mask . It happened , very luckily , that one who stood by me had just before thrown down ...
Términos y frases comunes
action animals appear arranged attraction bear beautiful becomes birds body bones brain brought called carried cause cloth clouds colour common consequence containing covered crab direction earth effect electricity enable face fact fall feel fingers flowers fluid force fruit give glass greater grow hand head heat hence human important increase iron kind labour leaves less light live look machinery matter means metal mind motion muscles nature nerve never observed organs pass pieces plants portion possess present produce profit quantity reason receive reflected remain round rubbed seen shell side skin sound species suppose surface things tion tree turn vessel wages whole workmen
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Página 365 - NOW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Página 362 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Página 370 - With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons and their change, all please alike : Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
Página 408 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see everywhere.
Página 377 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple...
Página 366 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Página 360 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent That day he overcame the Nervii :l — Look ! in this place ran Cassius...
Página 388 - ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! ii.
Página 363 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd 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, where no mention...
Página 388 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...