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Pagina ix
... round the World , 3 Page Macaulay 28 31 Montgomery 35 36 6 Campbell 7 23. The Dying Gladiator Byron 9 24. Loch - na - garr • 38 Byron 39 5 21. The Northern Seas , Anonymous 22. The Downfall of Poland , 11 25. Lines on the departure of ...
... round the World , 3 Page Macaulay 28 31 Montgomery 35 36 6 Campbell 7 23. The Dying Gladiator Byron 9 24. Loch - na - garr • 38 Byron 39 5 21. The Northern Seas , Anonymous 22. The Downfall of Poland , 11 25. Lines on the departure of ...
Pagina 3
... round her . She appeared among the assembled multitude exciting them to do battle . But the Romans , under their leader , Suetonius , were victorious over the combined host of barbarians , whom they cruelly slaughtered . The wretched ...
... round her . She appeared among the assembled multitude exciting them to do battle . But the Romans , under their leader , Suetonius , were victorious over the combined host of barbarians , whom they cruelly slaughtered . The wretched ...
Pagina 11
Edward Hughes. INSCRIPTION FOR A COLUMN AT RUNNEMEDE . 11 Gather ye round the holy hearth , And by its gladdening blaze , Unto thankful bliss we will change our mirth , With a thought of the olden days ! HEMANS . VII . INSCRIPTION FOR A ...
Edward Hughes. INSCRIPTION FOR A COLUMN AT RUNNEMEDE . 11 Gather ye round the holy hearth , And by its gladdening blaze , Unto thankful bliss we will change our mirth , With a thought of the olden days ! HEMANS . VII . INSCRIPTION FOR A ...
Pagina 12
... round , Which he beside the rivulet , In playing there , had found : He came to ask what he had found , That was so large , and smooth , and round . Old Kaspar took it from the boy , Who stood expectant by ; And then the old man shook ...
... round , Which he beside the rivulet , In playing there , had found : He came to ask what he had found , That was so large , and smooth , and round . Old Kaspar took it from the boy , Who stood expectant by ; And then the old man shook ...
Pagina 13
... round Was wasted far and wide ; And many a childing mother then And new - born baby died . But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . " They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many ...
... round Was wasted far and wide ; And many a childing mother then And new - born baby died . But things like that , you know , must be At every famous victory . " They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
ALEXANDER SELKIRK Arouse thee battle BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF HOHENLINDEN beauty beneath BERNARD BARTON bless brave breast breath bright brother brow burning CHARLES MACKAY cheer clouds dark dead death deep Derivations dread dream earth ELIZA COOK ellipsis England Etymology fame father feel fire flowers glorious glory glow grave hand happy hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre History of Europe honour hope hour human isles John Herschel king labour land light live Loch-na-Garr look mighty mind morning mountains native nature never night noble o'er ocean pride proud race rock roll round RUNNEMEDE sacred sail Samian wine shine shore sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm sweet Syntax tear thine things thought thousand toil verbs voice waves wild wind words youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 108 - GO to the ant, thou sluggard ; consider her ways, and be wise : which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
Pagina 158 - And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 220 - Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down : He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Pagina 225 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Pagina 300 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he: "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 98 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Pagina 275 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and .as a watch in the night. Thou earnest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut •down, and withereth.
Pagina 291 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Pagina 21 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Pagina 254 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.