The Ackworth reading book, being selections from the best English authors in prose and poetry, for the use of Ackworth school, by W. Pollard1865 |
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... AND COMPILED FOR THE USE OF ACKWORTH SCHOOL . BY WILLIAM POLLARD LATE ONE OF THE SENIOR MASTERS . LONDON : ALFRED W. BENNETT , 5 , BISHOPSGATE WITHOUT . 1865 . 270. g . 38 . LONDON : RICHARD BARRETT , PRINTER , MARK LANE . THE.
... AND COMPILED FOR THE USE OF ACKWORTH SCHOOL . BY WILLIAM POLLARD LATE ONE OF THE SENIOR MASTERS . LONDON : ALFRED W. BENNETT , 5 , BISHOPSGATE WITHOUT . 1865 . 270. g . 38 . LONDON : RICHARD BARRETT , PRINTER , MARK LANE . THE.
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... spare for the acquisition of facts . In preparing the present work , the aim has been to select both from " the grand old masters " of the English language , and from the best writers of modern times ; and , whilst desirous that.
... spare for the acquisition of facts . In preparing the present work , the aim has been to select both from " the grand old masters " of the English language , and from the best writers of modern times ; and , whilst desirous that.
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... master of some good walled town ; as well to make his men find the sweetness of rich spoils , and to allure to him all loose and lost people by like hopes of booty ; as to be a sure retreat to his forces , in case they should have any ...
... master of some good walled town ; as well to make his men find the sweetness of rich spoils , and to allure to him all loose and lost people by like hopes of booty ; as to be a sure retreat to his forces , in case they should have any ...
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... master , the lieutenant , secretly , in the night , and make their best of such money and portable goods of his as they should find ready at hand , and get the keys of the Tower , and presently let forth Perkin and the earl . But this ...
... master , the lieutenant , secretly , in the night , and make their best of such money and portable goods of his as they should find ready at hand , and get the keys of the Tower , and presently let forth Perkin and the earl . But this ...
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... masters , but I must learn somewhat it is a wantonness to complain of choice . No law binds me to read all ; but the more we can take in and digest , the better liking must the mind's needs be : blessed be God that hath set up so many ...
... masters , but I must learn somewhat it is a wantonness to complain of choice . No law binds me to read all ; but the more we can take in and digest , the better liking must the mind's needs be : blessed be God that hath set up so many ...
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Page 370 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 388 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 62 - And he gave it for his opinion, " that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground, where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than, the whole race of politicians put together.
Page 392 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 367 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man. That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Page 421 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 369 - So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Page 386 - Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 393 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide. A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
Page 421 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.