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Pagina xi
... Things , 241 J. G. Percival Mrs. Hawkshawe 217 27. To the Butterfly 28. Books . Rogers 242 Crabbe 243 Bernard Barton 8. Footsteps of Angels , Longfellow 9. A Name in the Sand , 219 220 Hannah F. Gould 30. Remembrance 31. Mutability ...
... Things , 241 J. G. Percival Mrs. Hawkshawe 217 27. To the Butterfly 28. Books . Rogers 242 Crabbe 243 Bernard Barton 8. Footsteps of Angels , Longfellow 9. A Name in the Sand , 219 220 Hannah F. Gould 30. Remembrance 31. Mutability ...
Pagina 8
... thing , Hung down his conscious head ; - He knew the ocean's Lord on high ! They , that he scorned their senseless lie . His throne was placed by ocean's side , He lifted his sceptre there ; Bidding , with tones of kingly pride , The ...
... thing , Hung down his conscious head ; - He knew the ocean's Lord on high ! They , that he scorned their senseless lie . His throne was placed by ocean's side , He lifted his sceptre there ; Bidding , with tones of kingly pride , The ...
Pagina 13
... things like that , you know , must be After a famous victory . " Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won , 66 And our good prince Eugene . " ' Why , ' twas a very wicked thing ! Said little Wilhelmine . " " " Nay , nay , my little girl ...
... things like that , you know , must be After a famous victory . " Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won , 66 And our good prince Eugene . " ' Why , ' twas a very wicked thing ! Said little Wilhelmine . " " " Nay , nay , my little girl ...
Pagina 14
... thing , they found this unexpected great thing ! Honour to the brave and true ; they verily , we say , carry fire from heaven , and have a power that themselves dream not of . " - Carlyle . Compare these Adjectives . Derivations ...
... thing , they found this unexpected great thing ! Honour to the brave and true ; they verily , we say , carry fire from heaven , and have a power that themselves dream not of . " - Carlyle . Compare these Adjectives . Derivations ...
Pagina 19
... thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart ! 1. Why battle's wreck ? 2. Meaning of faint here ? 3. What task ? 4. Whose breath ? 5. Why brave ? HEMANS . 6. Meaning of splendour wild ? 19 XIII . HELLVELLYN . In the spring ...
... thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart ! 1. Why battle's wreck ? 2. Meaning of faint here ? 3. What task ? 4. Whose breath ? 5. Why brave ? HEMANS . 6. Meaning of splendour wild ? 19 XIII . HELLVELLYN . In the spring ...
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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.