Choice Literature: ... for Grammar Grades, Book 2Butler, Shelton & Company, 1898 |
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Page 116
... sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank . And when above the surges They saw his crest appear , All Rome sent forth a ...
... sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank . And when above the surges They saw his crest appear , All Rome sent forth a ...
Page 118
... sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome , As the trumpet blast that cries to them To charge the Volscian home ; And wives still pray to Juno For boys with hearts as bold As his who kept the bridge so well In the brave days of old . And in ...
... sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome , As the trumpet blast that cries to them To charge the Volscian home ; And wives still pray to Juno For boys with hearts as bold As his who kept the bridge so well In the brave days of old . And in ...
Page 137
... sound ! These and the little house where I was born , Low and little and black and old , With children , many as it can hold , All at the windows , open wide , - Heads and shoulders clear outside , And fair young faces AN ORDER FOR A ...
... sound ! These and the little house where I was born , Low and little and black and old , With children , many as it can hold , All at the windows , open wide , - Heads and shoulders clear outside , And fair young faces AN ORDER FOR A ...
Page 144
... sounds like a prophet's word , And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come when his task of fame is wrought ; Come , with her laurel leaf , blood - bought ; Come in her crowning hour , - and then Thy sunken ...
... sounds like a prophet's word , And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come when his task of fame is wrought ; Come , with her laurel leaf , blood - bought ; Come in her crowning hour , - and then Thy sunken ...
Page 149
... sound . at least where the moss grows . tree chords his harp , and sings Rocks look moist and soft , Even the solitary old pine soft and low melodies with plaintive undulations . A good summer storm is a rain of riches . SUMMER RAIN 149.
... sound . at least where the moss grows . tree chords his harp , and sings Rocks look moist and soft , Even the solitary old pine soft and low melodies with plaintive undulations . A good summer storm is a rain of riches . SUMMER RAIN 149.
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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.