Fifth Reading BookSchwartz, Kirwin & Fauss, 1904 - 512 страница |
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... Nature cries , Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires . For thee , who mindful of th ' unhonor'd Dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance , by lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy ...
... Nature cries , Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires . For thee , who mindful of th ' unhonor'd Dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance , by lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy ...
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... nature , and constant habit , to be happy . The world had not yet learned to be otherwise . Not a single soul or body , since these chil- dren were first sent to enjoy themselves on the beauti- THE PARADISE OF CHILDREN 57.
... nature , and constant habit , to be happy . The world had not yet learned to be otherwise . Not a single soul or body , since these chil- dren were first sent to enjoy themselves on the beauti- THE PARADISE OF CHILDREN 57.
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... Pandora . " How very beautiful ! " ' 66 Yes , they are like the rainbow , " said Hope , " be- cause , glad as my nature is , I am partly made of tears as well as smiles . " " And will you stay with us , " asked 64 FIFTH READING BOOK.
... Pandora . " How very beautiful ! " ' 66 Yes , they are like the rainbow , " said Hope , " be- cause , glad as my nature is , I am partly made of tears as well as smiles . " " And will you stay with us , " asked 64 FIFTH READING BOOK.
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... Nature answers all he asks ; Hand in hand with her he walks , Face to face with her he talks , Part and parcel of her joy- Blessings on the barefoot boy ! O for boyhood's time of June , Crowding years in one brief moon , When all things ...
... Nature answers all he asks ; Hand in hand with her he walks , Face to face with her he talks , Part and parcel of her joy- Blessings on the barefoot boy ! O for boyhood's time of June , Crowding years in one brief moon , When all things ...
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... nature . His great work is a translation of the plays of Cal- deron , the Spanish Shakespeare . MacCarthy was Professor of Eng- lish Literature in the Catholic University of Ireland . He died in 1882 . Within the letter's rustling fold ...
... nature . His great work is a translation of the plays of Cal- deron , the Spanish Shakespeare . MacCarthy was Professor of Eng- lish Literature in the Catholic University of Ireland . He died in 1882 . Within the letter's rustling fold ...
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Acadians ancient ANGEL Antony Augustin beautiful bird blood born breast brother BROTHER AZARIAS Brutus Caesar Caligula called child Church cloud cried dead dear death door dream earth England English Epimetheus eyes face fear fell fire Fourth Cit friends Gluck gold Golden River Grail hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy Holy Grail honorable horse hour hundred Irish language JAMES SHIRLEY king land light living looked Lord Mock Turtle monks morning mountain never night noble o'er Pandora Piso poems poet poor Pope pray prayer Prince John rest Rip Van Winkle round Saxons Schwartz Second Cit seemed ship side sleep soul speak spirit stood sweet tell thee things thought Treasure Valley trees turned voice WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind words
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Страница 250 - He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
Страница 251 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Страница 308 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Страница 307 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Страница 69 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Страница 72 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Страница 192 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Страница 317 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the...
Страница 251 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Страница 218 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.