A Hand-book of English Literature: Intended for the Use of High Schools, as Well as a Companion and Guide for Private Students, and for General ReadersLee & Shepard, 1875 - 608 sider |
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... clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face , And from the forlorn world his visage hide , Stealing unseen ... cloud hath masked him from me now . Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; Suns of the world may stain , when ...
... clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face , And from the forlorn world his visage hide , Stealing unseen ... cloud hath masked him from me now . Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; Suns of the world may stain , when ...
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... clouds away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air , blow soft , larks , mount aloft , To give my love good morrow . Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing ...
... clouds away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air , blow soft , larks , mount aloft , To give my love good morrow . Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing ...
Side 38
... cloud In gentle showers ; give nothing that is loud Or painful to his slumbers ; easy , light , And as a purling stream , thou son of night , Pass by his troubled senses , sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind or gentle rain . Into ...
... cloud In gentle showers ; give nothing that is loud Or painful to his slumbers ; easy , light , And as a purling stream , thou son of night , Pass by his troubled senses , sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind or gentle rain . Into ...
Side 43
... Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries . The soul's dark cottage , battered and decayed , Lets in new light through chinks that time has made : Stronger by weakness , wiser men become , As ...
... Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries . The soul's dark cottage , battered and decayed , Lets in new light through chinks that time has made : Stronger by weakness , wiser men become , As ...
Side 44
... clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an east- ern wind , and his motion made ... cloud ; and his thoughts pulled them back again , and made them without intention ; and the good man sighs for his infirmity ...
... clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an east- ern wind , and his motion made ... cloud ; and his thoughts pulled them back again , and made them without intention ; and the good man sighs for his infirmity ...
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Aurelian beauty beneath Bob Cratchit born breath bright church clouds Clusium Cratchit cried dark dear death deep delight door doth Duke Duke of Bedford earth English eyes fair father fear feel Fezziwig flowers glory grace green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope Ivanhoe Jeanie John king King Arthur lady Lars Porsena learned light live look Lord Lycidas mind morning nature never night noble o'er Odenathus once passed passion pleasure poems Poet Queen quoth rise rose round Scrooge seemed side sing Sir Bedivere smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stood sweet tears tell thee things thought Tiny Tim truth turn Twas uncle Toby unto verse voice walk wild WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER wind words young youth Zenobia
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Side 493 - 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. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 275 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Side 274 - And the round ocean and the living air And the blue sky, and in the mind of man — A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth, of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create And what perceive...
Side 179 - Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their...
Side 490 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Side 401 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Side 66 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragons' teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God as it were in the eye.
Side 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Side 397 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Side 412 - Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu ! The fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! Adieu ! Thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music. . . . Do I wake or sleep?