Classical English Reader: Selections from Standard Authors with Explanatory and Critical Foot-notesGinn, 1888 - 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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admiration Alcibiades ANNE BOLEYN beauty blessed blood breath character charity Cicero Cloten common Cymbeline D'Ol DANIEL WEBSTER death delight Divine doth dreams Duke duty Earth EDMUND BURKE ETON COLLEGE eyes fame father fear feel flowers give glorious glory grace grave GUIDERIUS hand happy hast hath head heart Heaven honour hope hour human JEREMY TAYLOR John Jewell justice King labour liberty light live look Lord mind mother murder nature never night noble o'er once OTHELLO passions person pleasure poet poetry praise Prince reason RICHARD HOOKER ROBERT BURNS ROBERT SOUTHEY S. T. COLERIDGE Samian wine scene seemed sense smile Socrates sorrow soul speak spirit stand sweet tears thee things thou thought tion truth unto virtue voice whole wisdom wonder words WORDSWORTH youth
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Page 280 - 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 76 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 209 - The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heaven, 'twas all he wish'd, a friend.
Page 207 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 434 - 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
Page 281 - 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 281 - 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 31 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
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 138 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.