First Steps with American and British AuthorsAmerican Book Company, 1899 - 422 pages A systematic study of the texts of standard English authors is generally held to constitute an important part of the regular course in most schools of higher grade. This book aims to supply a judicious and methodical instroduction to the standard English texts. |
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... fair , Lashed close to a drifting mast . 80 The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown seaweed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the ...
... fair , Lashed close to a drifting mast . 80 The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown seaweed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the ...
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... question on the text of a given lesson is a fair test of the pupil's having properly prepared his lesson . It must be remembered that , at the most , printed questions are only THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS AS A MODEL 13.
... question on the text of a given lesson is a fair test of the pupil's having properly prepared his lesson . It must be remembered that , at the most , printed questions are only THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS AS A MODEL 13.
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... fair , and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little maid , How many may you be ? " 5 10 " How many ? Seven in all , " she said , And wondering looked at me . 15 " And where are they ? I pray you tell . " She ...
... fair , and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little maid , How many may you be ? " 5 10 " How many ? Seven in all , " she said , And wondering looked at me . 15 " And where are they ? I pray you tell . " She ...
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... fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . “ The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay Till God released her of her pain , And then she went away . 25 30 35 40 45 50 " So in the churchyard she was ...
... fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . “ The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay Till God released her of her pain , And then she went away . 25 30 35 40 45 50 " So in the churchyard she was ...
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... " Last night the gifted seer did view A wet shroud swathed round lady gay ; Then stay thee , Fair , in Ravensheuch : Why cross the gloomy firth to - day ? " 5 10 15 " " Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir To - SELECTIONS FOR STUDY 41.
... " Last night the gifted seer did view A wet shroud swathed round lady gay ; Then stay thee , Fair , in Ravensheuch : Why cross the gloomy firth to - day ? " 5 10 15 " " Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir To - SELECTIONS FOR STUDY 41.
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Page 228 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; 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 churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 219 - 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 363 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Page 151 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 369 - 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 228 - 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 39 - 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 226 - Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 187 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 367 - That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...