The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 sider |
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... hear A spirit in your echoes ànswer me , 4 . And bid your tenant welcome home again ! O sacred forms , how proud you look ! How high you lift your heads into the sky ! How huge you are , how mighty , and how frèe ! Ye are the things ...
... hear A spirit in your echoes ànswer me , 4 . And bid your tenant welcome home again ! O sacred forms , how proud you look ! How high you lift your heads into the sky ! How huge you are , how mighty , and how frèe ! Ye are the things ...
Side 22
... heàr it ? No. Is it insénsible , then ? Yès , to the dead . But will it not live with the living ? Nò . Why ? Detrac tion will not suffer it . 2. What would content you ? Tálent ? No ! Énterprise ? No ! Cóurage ? No ! Reputation ? No ...
... heàr it ? No. Is it insénsible , then ? Yès , to the dead . But will it not live with the living ? Nò . Why ? Detrac tion will not suffer it . 2. What would content you ? Tálent ? No ! Énterprise ? No ! Cóurage ? No ! Reputation ? No ...
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... hears a nòise - he's all awake- Again ! -on tiptoe down the hill He softly creeps . 4. Macbeth . Didst thou not hear a nóise ? Lady Macbeth . I heard the owl scream , and the crickets cry . Did not you speak ? Macb . When ? Lady M. Now ...
... hears a nòise - he's all awake- Again ! -on tiptoe down the hill He softly creeps . 4. Macbeth . Didst thou not hear a nóise ? Lady Macbeth . I heard the owl scream , and the crickets cry . Did not you speak ? Macb . When ? Lady M. Now ...
Side 30
... hear like a sèa breaking high on the shòre : While the buffalo come like the surge of the sea , Driven far by the flame , driving fast on us three , As a hurricane comes , crushing pàlms in his ire . II . Moderate . 1. Eloquence ...
... hear like a sèa breaking high on the shòre : While the buffalo come like the surge of the sea , Driven far by the flame , driving fast on us three , As a hurricane comes , crushing pàlms in his ire . II . Moderate . 1. Eloquence ...
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... The more it chafes you if the utterance fàil . Shakspeare , ill - ácted , do you run to hear ? And Burke , ill - spóken , would you stay to chéer ? 6. This is the forest primèval ! The murmuring pines PITCH , OR MODULATION . 37.
... The more it chafes you if the utterance fàil . Shakspeare , ill - ácted , do you run to hear ? And Burke , ill - spóken , would you stay to chéer ? 6. This is the forest primèval ! The murmuring pines PITCH , OR MODULATION . 37.
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Side 57 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Side 91 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
Side 114 - I WIND about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Side 360 - 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' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Side 360 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Side 343 - 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.
Side 377 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach...
Side 344 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Side 255 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Side 49 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...