The Advanced ReaderT. Nelson and Sons, 1866 - 400 страница |
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... voice , rung its remorseless toll for her , so young , so beautiful , so good . Decrepit age , and vigorous life , and blooming youth , and helpless infancy , poured forth - on crutches , in the pride of health and strength , in the ...
... voice , rung its remorseless toll for her , so young , so beautiful , so good . Decrepit age , and vigorous life , and blooming youth , and helpless infancy , poured forth - on crutches , in the pride of health and strength , in the ...
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... voice That night in dreams : - " Thou hast a little bud Wrapped in thy breast , and fed with dews of love : Give me that bud - ' twill be a flower in heaven . " But there was silence ; yea , a hush so deep , dering sob , As if the bosom ...
... voice That night in dreams : - " Thou hast a little bud Wrapped in thy breast , and fed with dews of love : Give me that bud - ' twill be a flower in heaven . " But there was silence ; yea , a hush so deep , dering sob , As if the bosom ...
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... voice of industry and gladness is heard on every hand . And who , contemplating such achievements , will deny that there is dignity in Labour ! REV . NEWMAN HALL . BUNYAN'S PILGRIM'S PROGRESS . THE characteristic peculiarity of the ...
... voice of industry and gladness is heard on every hand . And who , contemplating such achievements , will deny that there is dignity in Labour ! REV . NEWMAN HALL . BUNYAN'S PILGRIM'S PROGRESS . THE characteristic peculiarity of the ...
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... voice , those beautiful verses- " Within thy tabernacle , Lord , Who shall abide with thee ? And in thy high and holy hill Who shall a dweller be ? The man that walketh uprightly , And worketh righteousness , And as he thinketh in his ...
... voice , those beautiful verses- " Within thy tabernacle , Lord , Who shall abide with thee ? And in thy high and holy hill Who shall a dweller be ? The man that walketh uprightly , And worketh righteousness , And as he thinketh in his ...
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... voice . Now is the hour for repentance , that your father's spirit may carry up to heaven tidings of a contrite soul saved from the company of sinners ! " The young man , with much effort , advanced to the bed - side , and at last found ...
... voice . Now is the hour for repentance , that your father's spirit may carry up to heaven tidings of a contrite soul saved from the company of sinners ! " The young man , with much effort , advanced to the bed - side , and at last found ...
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Страница 47 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Страница 328 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Страница 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Страница 317 - 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...
Страница 121 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Страница 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Страница 240 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Страница 95 - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
Страница 121 - Nature's soft nurse, how have I flighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Страница 399 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.