A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with Biographical and Critical Notices of the Authors : for the Use of Advanced Classes in Public and Private SchoolsSwan, Brewer and Tileston, 1861 - 552 ページ |
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... toil and frequent exposure . The first volume of his Ameri- can Ornithology was published in September , 1808 , and was much and deservedly admired for the brilliant execution of the plates and the admirable letter - press descrip ...
... toil and frequent exposure . The first volume of his Ameri- can Ornithology was published in September , 1808 , and was much and deservedly admired for the brilliant execution of the plates and the admirable letter - press descrip ...
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... snow . On thy fair bosom , silver lake , O , I could ever sweep the oar , When early birds at morning break , And evening tells us toil is o'er . XIV . THE HILL OF SCIENCE . A VISION . THE FIRST CLASS READER . 51 Percival.
... snow . On thy fair bosom , silver lake , O , I could ever sweep the oar , When early birds at morning break , And evening tells us toil is o'er . XIV . THE HILL OF SCIENCE . A VISION . THE FIRST CLASS READER . 51 Percival.
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... , that the Muses , whose business was to cheer and encourage those who were toiling up the ascent , would often sing in the bowers of Pleasure , and accom pany those who were enticed away at the call of 54 THE FIRST CLASS READER .
... , that the Muses , whose business was to cheer and encourage those who were toiling up the ascent , would often sing in the bowers of Pleasure , and accom pany those who were enticed away at the call of 54 THE FIRST CLASS READER .
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... toil , and inspire the sage at his meditation . I mingle in the crowd of cities , and bless the hermit in his cell ... toils of light : " Tis hope , and joy , and memory give A home in which the heart can live These walls no lingering ...
... toil , and inspire the sage at his meditation . I mingle in the crowd of cities , and bless the hermit in his cell ... toils of light : " Tis hope , and joy , and memory give A home in which the heart can live These walls no lingering ...
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... toil , to endure all its sufferings , or encounter all its crosses at once . One moment comes laden with its own little burden , then flies , and is succeeded by another no heavier than the last : if one could be sustained , so can ...
... toil , to endure all its sufferings , or encounter all its crosses at once . One moment comes laden with its own little burden , then flies , and is succeeded by another no heavier than the last : if one could be sustained , so can ...
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225 ページ - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
37 ページ - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
30 ページ - 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 !" echoed the wall to us galloping through ; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast. 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...
149 ページ - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
224 ページ - The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
114 ページ - Northeast ; The snow fell hissing in the brine. And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
310 ページ - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
32 ページ - for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
103 ページ - That moss-covered vessel I hailed as a treasure ; For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ! Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well : The; old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
383 ページ - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...