The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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... French side of the Channel . The northern end of the island has been fretted by the waves into detached tower - like masses of rock of very remarkable appearance . In the Channel the sea was green , and opposite Ushant it was a brighter ...
... French side of the Channel . The northern end of the island has been fretted by the waves into detached tower - like masses of rock of very remarkable appearance . In the Channel the sea was green , and opposite Ushant it was a brighter ...
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... French taste of Charles the Second's time , having been repaired and altered , as my friend told me , by one of his ancestors , who returned with that monarch at his restoration . The grounds about the house were laid out in the old ...
... French taste of Charles the Second's time , having been repaired and altered , as my friend told me , by one of his ancestors , who returned with that monarch at his restoration . The grounds about the house were laid out in the old ...
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... French king . Yet he well knew how sad would be the fate of the land which had to be ruled by one so proud and foolish , and for whom a career of shame and sorrow was surely doomed . But what was to be done with England ? Now at last ...
... French king . Yet he well knew how sad would be the fate of the land which had to be ruled by one so proud and foolish , and for whom a career of shame and sorrow was surely doomed . But what was to be done with England ? Now at last ...
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... French were still the more numerous , their ground strong , and their disorder facilitated the original plan of embarking during the night . Hope , upon whom the command had devolved , resolved therefore to ship the army , and so ...
... French were still the more numerous , their ground strong , and their disorder facilitated the original plan of embarking during the night . Hope , upon whom the command had devolved , resolved therefore to ship the army , and so ...
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... French , the remnant of Houghton's brigade could no longer maintain its ground , the field was heaped with carcases , the lancers were riding furiously about the captured artillery on the upper parts of the hill , and behind all ...
... French , the remnant of Houghton's brigade could no longer maintain its ground , the field was heaped with carcases , the lancers were riding furiously about the captured artillery on the upper parts of the hill , and behind all ...
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Adour appear Arth banks beach beautiful bells beneath Benedicite birds Bracebridge breath Cæsar church clouds colour Crito dark death deep distance E. A. FREEMAN earth Enceladus England English eyes fall feet fire flowers foam French Geysir GILBERT WHITE green hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hills honour horse Horseshoe Fall hour island king Lake land Latin ledge light look Lord LORD DUFFERIN miles morning mountains nest never night noble Normandy o'er once passed Pilgrim's Progress Pisc precipice prince rising river rock rolling round scarcely seemed seen ship shore side sight silent soul sound Spitzbergen stands stream swallow sweet thee thou towers town trees turned valley Varaville Viat village voice walls WASHINGTON IRVING waves Wetterhorn wild William wind wonderful word
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107 ページ - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
276 ページ - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
63 ページ - 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.
319 ページ - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
316 ページ - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
134 ページ - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know:
19 ページ - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played : Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air ; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
110 ページ - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
49 ページ - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
198 ページ - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...