Select readings from the poets and prose writers of every country, ed. by J. FlemingJames Fleming Simpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1863 - Počet stran: 352 |
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James Fleming. Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be sure to gain ; Teach it in accents soft and mild ; It may not long remain . Speak gently to the young for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they ...
James Fleming. Speak gently to the little child ! Its love be sure to gain ; Teach it in accents soft and mild ; It may not long remain . Speak gently to the young for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they ...
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... sure of this , that the man of toil , who works in a spirit of obedient , loving homage to God , does no less than Cherubim and Seraphim in their loftiest flights and holiest song ! Yes , in the search after true dignity , you may point ...
... sure of this , that the man of toil , who works in a spirit of obedient , loving homage to God , does no less than Cherubim and Seraphim in their loftiest flights and holiest song ! Yes , in the search after true dignity , you may point ...
Strana 46
... sure and safe one , though thy master missed it . Mark but my fall , and that which ruined me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then , The image of his Maker , hope to win by it ...
... sure and safe one , though thy master missed it . Mark but my fall , and that which ruined me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then , The image of his Maker , hope to win by it ...
Strana 46
... sure and safe one , though thy master missed it . Mark but my fall , and that which ruined me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then , The image of his Maker , hope to win by it ...
... sure and safe one , though thy master missed it . Mark but my fall , and that which ruined me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then , The image of his Maker , hope to win by it ...
Strana 56
... sure I heard you : " here I open'd wide the door : Darkness there , and nothing more . Deep into that darkness peering , long I stood there wondering , fearing , Doubting , dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before ; But the ...
... sure I heard you : " here I open'd wide the door : Darkness there , and nothing more . Deep into that darkness peering , long I stood there wondering , fearing , Doubting , dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before ; But the ...
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Strana 50 - Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town? ' Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Strana 326 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Strana 22 - From his nest by the white wave's foam ; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home. There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band : Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure...
Strana 34 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...
Strana 199 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Strana 41 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Strana 46 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Strana 149 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar; — I found it in his closet,— 'tis his will. Let but the commons hear this testament, — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read, — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, the Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Strana 315 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Strana 15 - I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. " And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together ; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. " His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover ? " Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I'll go, my chief — I'm ready.