The class and standard series of reading books. 5 pt. [in 7].1868 |
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Charles Bilton. Just then a scout came flying , All wild with haste and fear : ' To arms ! to arms ! Sir Consul : Lars Porsena is here . ' On the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye , And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise ...
Charles Bilton. Just then a scout came flying , All wild with haste and fear : ' To arms ! to arms ! Sir Consul : Lars Porsena is here . ' On the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye , And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise ...
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... wild and wrathful clamour From all the vanguard rose . Six spears ' lengths from the entrance Halted that deep array , And for a space no man came forth To win the narrow way . But hark ! the cry is Astur : And lo ! the ranks divide ...
... wild and wrathful clamour From all the vanguard rose . Six spears ' lengths from the entrance Halted that deep array , And for a space no man came forth To win the narrow way . But hark ! the cry is Astur : And lo ! the ranks divide ...
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... wild cat mad with wounds , Sprang right at Astur's face . Through teeth , and skull , and helmet So fierce a thrust he sped , The good sword stood a hand - breadth out Behind the Tuscan's head . And the great Lord of Luna Fell at that ...
... wild cat mad with wounds , Sprang right at Astur's face . Through teeth , and skull , and helmet So fierce a thrust he sped , The good sword stood a hand - breadth out Behind the Tuscan's head . And the great Lord of Luna Fell at that ...
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... wild melody ! -Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heirloom , its companion , An oaken chest half - eaten by the worm . She was an only child ; from infancy The joy , the pride , of an indulgent sire . · Her mother dying of the gift she ...
... wild melody ! -Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heirloom , its companion , An oaken chest half - eaten by the worm . She was an only child ; from infancy The joy , the pride , of an indulgent sire . · Her mother dying of the gift she ...
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... wild , airy warbling that everywhere floats , Through the groves , round the islands , as if all the shores Like those of Kathay utter'd music , and gave An answer in song to the kiss of each wave ! Moore . THE SAILOR'S MOTHER . ONE ...
... wild , airy warbling that everywhere floats , Through the groves , round the islands , as if all the shores Like those of Kathay utter'd music , and gave An answer in song to the kiss of each wave ! Moore . THE SAILOR'S MOTHER . ONE ...
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Page 82 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Page 139 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Page 73 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 111 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. Shylock. My deeds upon my head ! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
Page 102 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 103 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 100 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Page 95 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize. More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 158 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels. Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Page 103 - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.