The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 pages |
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... pass'd awày . 4. To an American visiting Europe , the long voyage he has to make is an excellent preparative . From the moment you lose sight of the land you have left , all is vàcancy until you step on the opposite shore , and are ...
... pass'd awày . 4. To an American visiting Europe , the long voyage he has to make is an excellent preparative . From the moment you lose sight of the land you have left , all is vàcancy until you step on the opposite shore , and are ...
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... passing hòur , — Dolorous now , as it tolled of old From the heart of its quarried tòwer ; 1 And it seems to say , As it dies away , - The brazen clang of the tremulous bell , — " Old - ōld , weary and ōld ; — The heart grows old ; for ...
... passing hòur , — Dolorous now , as it tolled of old From the heart of its quarried tòwer ; 1 And it seems to say , As it dies away , - The brazen clang of the tremulous bell , — " Old - ōld , weary and ōld ; — The heart grows old ; for ...
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... pass this act , it will be a nùllity , and no man in Ireland will be bound to obèy it . I make the assertion delìb- erately . I repeat it , and call on any man who hears me to take down my words . You have not been elected for this ...
... pass this act , it will be a nùllity , and no man in Ireland will be bound to obèy it . I make the assertion delìb- erately . I repeat it , and call on any man who hears me to take down my words . You have not been elected for this ...
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... passing on . " The count is wrong ! there is a mistake ! Not her ! " exclaimed the father , as the executioners were laying hands upon Télésile , - " take me , for I was the tenth ! " 6. " Not so , " said Télésile , calmly . " You all ...
... passing on . " The count is wrong ! there is a mistake ! Not her ! " exclaimed the father , as the executioners were laying hands upon Télésile , - " take me , for I was the tenth ! " 6. " Not so , " said Télésile , calmly . " You all ...
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... passing , a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet : That was all ! And yet , through the gloom and the light , The fate of a nation was riding that night ; And the spark struck out by that steed , in his flight , Kindled ...
... passing , a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet : That was all ! And yet , through the gloom and the light , The fate of a nation was riding that night ; And the spark struck out by that steed , in his flight , Kindled ...
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Page 250 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
Page 98 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better, by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 253 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Page 98 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine : There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 111 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 358 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Page 341 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Page 342 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Page 176 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 381 - 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 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.