The new poetical reader, ed. by J.C. CurtisJohn Charles Curtis 1872 - Readers - 160 pages |
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... mountain , On this side Jordan's wave , In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave . And no man knows that sepulchre , And no man saw it e'er , For the angels of God upturned the sod , And laid the dead man there . That was ...
... mountain , On this side Jordan's wave , In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave . And no man knows that sepulchre , And no man saw it e'er , For the angels of God upturned the sod , And laid the dead man there . That was ...
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... mountain heights , Or sink to chasms low , The vessel stout will ride it out , Nor reel beneath the blow . With streamers down and canvass furled , The gallant hull will float Securely , as on inland lake , A silken - tasselled boat ...
... mountain heights , Or sink to chasms low , The vessel stout will ride it out , Nor reel beneath the blow . With streamers down and canvass furled , The gallant hull will float Securely , as on inland lake , A silken - tasselled boat ...
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... mountain side , There's war within the blast- Old faces look upon me , Old forms go trooping past . I hear the pibroch wailing Amidst the din of fight , And my dim spirit wakes again Upon the verge of night ! ' Twas I that led the ...
... mountain side , There's war within the blast- Old faces look upon me , Old forms go trooping past . I hear the pibroch wailing Amidst the din of fight , And my dim spirit wakes again Upon the verge of night ! ' Twas I that led the ...
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... mountain's burning breast Enceladus , the giant , was at rest . Meanwhile King Robert yielded to his fate , Sullen and silent and disconsolate . Dressed in the motley garb that Jesters wear , With looks bewildered and a vacant stare ...
... mountain's burning breast Enceladus , the giant , was at rest . Meanwhile King Robert yielded to his fate , Sullen and silent and disconsolate . Dressed in the motley garb that Jesters wear , With looks bewildered and a vacant stare ...
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... mountain chalets Hark ! what bell for church is toll'd ? In the bright October morning Savoy's Duke had left his bride . From the Castle , past the drawbridge , Flow'd the hunters ' merry tide . Steeds are neighing , gallants glittering ...
... mountain chalets Hark ! what bell for church is toll'd ? In the bright October morning Savoy's Duke had left his bride . From the Castle , past the drawbridge , Flow'd the hunters ' merry tide . Steeds are neighing , gallants glittering ...
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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...