Classical English Reader: Selections from Standard Authors. With Explanatory and Critical Foot-notesGinn and Heath, 1877 - 452 pages |
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... seemed best not to travel much in walks of less than first- rate workmanship . It may be remarked with some surprise , that so little of Milton's poetry , and so much of his prose , is here to be met with . The reason is , because his ...
... seemed best not to travel much in walks of less than first- rate workmanship . It may be remarked with some surprise , that so little of Milton's poetry , and so much of his prose , is here to be met with . The reason is , because his ...
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... seemed fitter for the particular use had in view . It was deemed needful to have somewhat in the way of explanatory foot - notes . And , indeed , in a considerable por- tion of the pieces this was hardly less than indispensable . But ...
... seemed fitter for the particular use had in view . It was deemed needful to have somewhat in the way of explanatory foot - notes . And , indeed , in a considerable por- tion of the pieces this was hardly less than indispensable . But ...
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... seemed to be afraid , even though worshipful men and women were in the company ; so that something more powerful threw my fear overboard . Yet I never will go again upon the water . Ascham . Exercise that beauteous couple , that mind ...
... seemed to be afraid , even though worshipful men and women were in the company ; so that something more powerful threw my fear overboard . Yet I never will go again upon the water . Ascham . Exercise that beauteous couple , that mind ...
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... seemed as though old times were to return again I looked round involuntarily , expecting to see some face I knew ; but all was naked and mute . The bed was gone . My little pane of painted window , through which I loved to look at the ...
... seemed as though old times were to return again I looked round involuntarily , expecting to see some face I knew ; but all was naked and mute . The bed was gone . My little pane of painted window , through which I loved to look at the ...
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... seemed as though my character had been suffering a change since I forsook these shades . My parents were both dead ; I had no counsellor left , no expe- rience of age to direct me , no sweet voice of reproof . The Lord had taken away my ...
... seemed as though my character had been suffering a change since I forsook these shades . My parents were both dead ; I had no counsellor left , no expe- rience of age to direct me , no sweet voice of reproof . The Lord had taken away my ...
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Page 278 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 30 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ;...
Page 279 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Page 445 - 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.
Page 279 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Page 185 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Page 440 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 39 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 439 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 185 - Union; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood ! Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original lustre, not a stripe erased or polluted, nor a single star obscured, bearing for its motto no such miserable interrogatory as "What is all this worth?