The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 sider |
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Side 87
... true meekness . There is a divine harmony in the sound of that voice to which divine love gives utterance . " 9. Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world calls beautiful . Through its " silver veil " the evil ...
... true meekness . There is a divine harmony in the sound of that voice to which divine love gives utterance . " 9. Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world calls beautiful . Through its " silver veil " the evil ...
Side 88
... true ; I have it from good hands , and so may you . " " From whose , I pray ? " So , having named the man , Straight to inquire , his curious comrade ran . IV . " Sir , did you tell ? " relating the affair : " Yes , sir , I did ; and ...
... true ; I have it from good hands , and so may you . " " From whose , I pray ? " So , having named the man , Straight to inquire , his curious comrade ran . IV . " Sir , did you tell ? " relating the affair : " Yes , sir , I did ; and ...
Side 90
... true God , adored the most glorious work of his hand . But I am filled with amazement , when I am told , that , in this enlightened age and in the heart of the Christian world , there are per- sons who can witness this daily ...
... true God , adored the most glorious work of his hand . But I am filled with amazement , when I am told , that , in this enlightened age and in the heart of the Christian world , there are per- sons who can witness this daily ...
Side 94
... true . IV . The angel brought One broad piece only ; should he take all these ? Who would be wiser , in the blind , dumb woods ? The loser , doubtless rich , would scarcely miss This dropped crumb from a table always full . Still ...
... true . IV . The angel brought One broad piece only ; should he take all these ? Who would be wiser , in the blind , dumb woods ? The loser , doubtless rich , would scarcely miss This dropped crumb from a table always full . Still ...
Side 105
... true , and I glory in its truth . Who ever achieved any thing great in letters , arts , or arms , who was not ambitious ? Cæsar was not more ambitious than Cicero . It was but in another way . Let the ambition be a noble one , and who ...
... true , and I glory in its truth . Who ever achieved any thing great in letters , arts , or arms , who was not ambitious ? Cæsar was not more ambitious than Cicero . It was but in another way . Let the ambition be a noble one , and who ...
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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...