Choice Literature: ... for Grammar Grades, Book 2Butler, Shelton & Company, 1898 |
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... master . He had lived a long while with her . How many times he had thrust his hands between her jaws ! It was his tame monster . He began to address it as he might have done his dog . " Come ! " said he . Perhaps he loved it . He ...
... master . He had lived a long while with her . How many times he had thrust his hands between her jaws ! It was his tame monster . He began to address it as he might have done his dog . " Come ! " said he . Perhaps he loved it . He ...
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... master and owner of the end ; he knew how to wait and treated destiny as an equal . He seemed to say to fate : " You would not dare ! " - One half light , one half shade , Napoleon felt himself pro- tected in good and tolerated in evil ...
... master and owner of the end ; he knew how to wait and treated destiny as an equal . He seemed to say to fate : " You would not dare ! " - One half light , one half shade , Napoleon felt himself pro- tected in good and tolerated in evil ...
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... Master of the Rolls . But neither the culprit nor his advocates attracted so much notice as the accusers . In the midst of the blaze of the red drapery , a space had been fitted up with green benches and tables for the Commons . The ...
... Master of the Rolls . But neither the culprit nor his advocates attracted so much notice as the accusers . In the midst of the blaze of the red drapery , a space had been fitted up with green benches and tables for the Commons . The ...
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... to the goad ; The patient ass , up flinty paths , Plods with his weary load ; With whine and bound the spaniel His master's whistle hears ; And the sheep yields her patiently To the loud clashing 94 CHOICE LITERATURE.
... to the goad ; The patient ass , up flinty paths , Plods with his weary load ; With whine and bound the spaniel His master's whistle hears ; And the sheep yields her patiently To the loud clashing 94 CHOICE LITERATURE.
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... master ; Thy nurse will bear no load ; And woe to them that shear her , And woe to them that goad ! When all the pack , loud baying , Her bloody lair surrounds , She dies in silence , biting hard , Amidst the dying hounds . " Pomona ...
... master ; Thy nurse will bear no load ; And woe to them that shear her , And woe to them that goad ! When all the pack , loud baying , Her bloody lair surrounds , She dies in silence , biting hard , Amidst the dying hounds . " Pomona ...
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Page 247 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 323 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Page 235 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 327 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Page 248 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...
Page 250 - 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 396 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation ; we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 232 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Page 251 - 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 422 - Weigh them ; it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.