Choice Literature: ... for Grammar Grades, Book 2Butler, Shelton & Company, 1898 |
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... wind falls , a broken mast is replaced , a leak is stopped , a fire dies out ; but how to control this enormous brute of bronze ? In what way can one attack it ? You can make a mastiff hear reason , astound a bull , fasci- nate a boa ...
... wind falls , a broken mast is replaced , a leak is stopped , a fire dies out ; but how to control this enormous brute of bronze ? In what way can one attack it ? You can make a mastiff hear reason , astound a bull , fasci- nate a boa ...
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... wind had driven the vessel at will ; it had got out of its route , in plain sight of Jersey and Guernsey , farther to the south than it ought to have gone , and was surrounded by a troubled sea . The great waves kissed the gaping wounds ...
... wind had driven the vessel at will ; it had got out of its route , in plain sight of Jersey and Guernsey , farther to the south than it ought to have gone , and was surrounded by a troubled sea . The great waves kissed the gaping wounds ...
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... wind gusts waft The sea foam brightly , So the loud laugh of scorn , Out of those lips unshorn From the deep drinking horn , Blew the foam lightly . " She was a Prince's child , I but a Viking wild , And though she blushed and smiled ...
... wind gusts waft The sea foam brightly , So the loud laugh of scorn , Out of those lips unshorn From the deep drinking horn , Blew the foam lightly . " She was a Prince's child , I but a Viking wild , And though she blushed and smiled ...
Page 82
... wind Were falling like the snow . The blossoms drifted at our feet , The orchard birds sang clear : The sweetest and the saddest day It seemed of all the year . For , more to me than birds or flowers , My playmate left her home , And ...
... wind Were falling like the snow . The blossoms drifted at our feet , The orchard birds sang clear : The sweetest and the saddest day It seemed of all the year . For , more to me than birds or flowers , My playmate left her home , And ...
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... winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veeries sing The song of long ago . And still the pines of Ramoth wood Are moaning like the sea , The moaning of the sea of change Between myself and ...
... winds so sweet with birch and fern A sweeter memory blow ; And there in spring the veeries sing The song of long ago . And still the pines of Ramoth wood Are moaning like the sea , The moaning of the sea of change Between myself and ...
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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.