Choice Literature: For Grammar Grades, Book 2American Book Company, 1898 - Readers |
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... Lord Byron 179 66 66 191 66 66 193 Edward Everett 198 Sir William Jones 199 John Milton 200 James Montgomery 203 Schiller 204 Wendell Phillips 206 63 66 209 66 66 211 TACT AND TALENT London Atlas 235 THANATOPSIS William Cullen Bryant ...
... Lord Byron 179 66 66 191 66 66 193 Edward Everett 198 Sir William Jones 199 John Milton 200 James Montgomery 203 Schiller 204 Wendell Phillips 206 63 66 209 66 66 211 TACT AND TALENT London Atlas 235 THANATOPSIS William Cullen Bryant ...
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... LORD BYRON MOTHER AND POET A WOMAN'S QUESTION THE TWO ROADS ALEXANDER'S FEAST • · • William Knox 245 Mrs. Hemans 247 Thomas Gray 249 . Daniel Webster 254 66 66 258 L Ralph Hoyt 279 John Pierpont 282 Mary Russell Mitford 283 Thomas ...
... LORD BYRON MOTHER AND POET A WOMAN'S QUESTION THE TWO ROADS ALEXANDER'S FEAST • · • William Knox 245 Mrs. Hemans 247 Thomas Gray 249 . Daniel Webster 254 66 66 258 L Ralph Hoyt 279 John Pierpont 282 Mary Russell Mitford 283 Thomas ...
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... LORD The Prisoner of Chillon . Apostrophe to the Ocean . The Battle of Waterloo . CAMPBELL , THOMAS Ye Mariners of England . The Last Man . Hohenlinden . 11 285 CARY , ALICE . An Order for a Picture . SUMMER RAIN THE CYNIC OH, WHY ...
... LORD The Prisoner of Chillon . Apostrophe to the Ocean . The Battle of Waterloo . CAMPBELL , THOMAS Ye Mariners of England . The Last Man . Hohenlinden . 11 285 CARY , ALICE . An Order for a Picture . SUMMER RAIN THE CYNIC OH, WHY ...
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... Lord Byron . PIERPONT , JOHN • Warren's Address . PAGE 152 • 206 289 282 PRESCOTT , WILLIAM H. 126 How Montezuma lived . 156 PRIEST , NANCY A. W. Over the River . RICHTER , JEAN PAUL . The Two Roads . SCHILLER · The Pilgrim . SHELLEY ...
... Lord Byron . PIERPONT , JOHN • Warren's Address . PAGE 152 • 206 289 282 PRESCOTT , WILLIAM H. 126 How Montezuma lived . 156 PRIEST , NANCY A. W. Over the River . RICHTER , JEAN PAUL . The Two Roads . SCHILLER · The Pilgrim . SHELLEY ...
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... Lord Uxbridge , who had his leg interred the next day , had a fractured knee . If on the side of the French in this contest of the cuirassiers , Delord , l'Heretier , Colbert , Dnop , Travers , and Blanchard were hors de combat , on the ...
... Lord Uxbridge , who had his leg interred the next day , had a fractured knee . If on the side of the French in this contest of the cuirassiers , Delord , l'Heretier , Colbert , Dnop , Travers , and Blanchard were hors de combat , on the ...
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Page 250 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 328 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 253 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 326 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 194 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Page 163 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 124 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; • Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed —...
Page 465 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Page 252 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon...
Page 331 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...