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... noble Jonathan Great battles wan : His arrows on the mighty fed , With slaughter red . Saul never raised his arm in vain , His sword still glutted with the slain . 1 Sauvage ( Fr. ) , wild ; unculti- vated . 2 Gath and Askelon , two of ...
... noble Jonathan Great battles wan : His arrows on the mighty fed , With slaughter red . Saul never raised his arm in vain , His sword still glutted with the slain . 1 Sauvage ( Fr. ) , wild ; unculti- vated . 2 Gath and Askelon , two of ...
Side 41
... noble gardens , terrace above terrace , And numerous fountains , statues , cypresses , Will long detain thee ; but before thou go , Enter the house - pr'ythee forget it not - And look awhile upon a picture there . ' Tis of a lady in her ...
... noble gardens , terrace above terrace , And numerous fountains , statues , cypresses , Will long detain thee ; but before thou go , Enter the house - pr'ythee forget it not - And look awhile upon a picture there . ' Tis of a lady in her ...
Side 52
... noble friend ! " he said ; " Right bravely didst thou fight ; Thine honour is untarnishèd : Thou art a stainless knight . That man should ne'er desponding be Who winneth fame in strife : " Tis a better thing than liberty , A better ...
... noble friend ! " he said ; " Right bravely didst thou fight ; Thine honour is untarnishèd : Thou art a stainless knight . That man should ne'er desponding be Who winneth fame in strife : " Tis a better thing than liberty , A better ...
Side 54
... noble king and true , But as dear guest , whose high behest " Twas honour and joy to do . Of treaty and of ransom then The prince and he had speech ; Like friends and fellow - countrymen , Great was the love of each ; 1 Savoy Castle ...
... noble king and true , But as dear guest , whose high behest " Twas honour and joy to do . Of treaty and of ransom then The prince and he had speech ; Like friends and fellow - countrymen , Great was the love of each ; 1 Savoy Castle ...
Side 60
... noble king , Our lives and safetyes all ; A woeful hunting once there did In Chevy - Chace befall . To drive the deere with hound and horne , Erle Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborne , The hunting of that day . The ...
... noble king , Our lives and safetyes all ; A woeful hunting once there did In Chevy - Chace befall . To drive the deere with hound and horne , Erle Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborne , The hunting of that day . The ...
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The Second Poetical Reading Book, Compiled, with Notes, by W. McLeod Walter McLeod Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Side 100 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Side 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Side 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Side 67 - 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.
Side 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Side 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Side 35 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Side 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Side 68 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Side 101 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...