(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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... England are consecrated by special religious services . Wandering tribes . - Such as the Bedouin Arabs , or other nomadic tribes , who delight in telling tales when encamped round the evening fire . THE BELL OF THE ATLANTIC . [ MRS ...
... England are consecrated by special religious services . Wandering tribes . - Such as the Bedouin Arabs , or other nomadic tribes , who delight in telling tales when encamped round the evening fire . THE BELL OF THE ATLANTIC . [ MRS ...
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... England . The bell of this boat , supported by a portion of the wreck , continued for many days and nights to toll as if in mournful requiem of the lost . ] 1. TOLL , toll , toll , Thou bell by billows swung ; And , night and day , thy ...
... England . The bell of this boat , supported by a portion of the wreck , continued for many days and nights to toll as if in mournful requiem of the lost . ] 1. TOLL , toll , toll , Thou bell by billows swung ; And , night and day , thy ...
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... England , the greatest Englishman of the seventeenth century . Rupert . - Prince Rupert , nephew of Charles I. , a dashing but unfortunate cavalry officer , who commanded the cavaliers in the Civil War . Newcastle . - The Earl of ...
... England , the greatest Englishman of the seventeenth century . Rupert . - Prince Rupert , nephew of Charles I. , a dashing but unfortunate cavalry officer , who commanded the cavaliers in the Civil War . Newcastle . - The Earl of ...
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... England's hero from the tower Of the old church , and asked the cause , and sighed . The vet'ran who had bled on some far field , Fought o'er the battle for the thousandth time With quaint addition ; and the little child , That stopped ...
... England's hero from the tower Of the old church , and asked the cause , and sighed . The vet'ran who had bled on some far field , Fought o'er the battle for the thousandth time With quaint addition ; and the little child , That stopped ...
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... England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame , Which no tyranny can tame By its chains ? 4. While the language free and bold Which the Bard of Avon sung , In which our Milton told How the vault of heaven ...
... England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame , Which no tyranny can tame By its chains ? 4. While the language free and bold Which the Bard of Avon sung , In which our Milton told How the vault of heaven ...
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Page 310 - 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.
Page 81 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Page 60 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Page 246 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Page 80 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Page 45 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 16 - 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 in their dust.
Page 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!
Page 80 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with death's prophetic ear...