The new poetical reader, ed. by J.C. CurtisJohn Charles Curtis 1872 - Readers - 160 pages |
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... GOLDEN KEY - A PARABLE THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW . • THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN MOSES ALMA Page • T. Campbell F. T. Palgrave A. Tennyson · 31 · 32 · 35 · 36 • G. Macdonald 37 38 39 43 · 45 • 45 • 7. R ...
... GOLDEN KEY - A PARABLE THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW . • THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN MOSES ALMA Page • T. Campbell F. T. Palgrave A. Tennyson · 31 · 32 · 35 · 36 • G. Macdonald 37 38 39 43 · 45 • 45 • 7. R ...
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... golden gleam ; It is my youth that where I stand Surrounds me like a dream . Alas the real never lent Those tints , too bright to last ; They fade , and bid me rest content And let the past be past . The wave that dances to the breast ...
... golden gleam ; It is my youth that where I stand Surrounds me like a dream . Alas the real never lent Those tints , too bright to last ; They fade , and bid me rest content And let the past be past . The wave that dances to the breast ...
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... golden hair , Of drowned maiden's hair , Above the nets of sea ? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among the stakes on Dee . ' They rowed her in across the rolling foam , The 16 The New Poetical Reader . BREAK, BREAK, BREAK! THE ...
... golden hair , Of drowned maiden's hair , Above the nets of sea ? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair Among the stakes on Dee . ' They rowed her in across the rolling foam , The 16 The New Poetical Reader . BREAK, BREAK, BREAK! THE ...
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... golden time again . O blessed bird the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial fairy place ; That is fit home for Thee ! SOMEBODY'S DARLING . INTO a ward of the whitewash'd halls , Where the dead and dying lay , Wounded by ...
... golden time again . O blessed bird the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial fairy place ; That is fit home for Thee ! SOMEBODY'S DARLING . INTO a ward of the whitewash'd halls , Where the dead and dying lay , Wounded by ...
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... golden pen , On the deathless page , truths half so sage As he wrote down for men . And had he not high honour , — The hill - side for a pall , To lie in state , while angels wait With stars for tapers tall , And the dark rock - pines ...
... golden pen , On the deathless page , truths half so sage As he wrote down for men . And had he not high honour , — The hill - side for a pall , To lie in state , while angels wait With stars for tapers tall , And the dark rock - pines ...
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Page 136 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 93 - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo,...
Page 138 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Page 92 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Page 24 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing 1 And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket arose from the well.
Page 109 - — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 105 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn.
Page 107 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Page 122 - The sun was gone now ; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf ; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Page 70 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...